Day after day my presence is postponed. A meander from vacuous room to vacuous room.
I look and look past empty air, through empty eyes, at an inaccessible mind.
I cannot get through to you. The same. No change. For decades maybe.
I realise now, it is not within my power to make you come. You must want to come.
Yes, you can’t make people come but you can invite them to dinner on a weekly basis.
Then they begin to become addicted to the weekly social and relaxed food fest and ask if they can bring friends and so your social circle expands. You can do the same with an afternoon tea too which is cheaper. I love your depiction of by yourself anonymously, so simply effective .
I arrived here via Erik