I stare at the empty table
Wondering who should I invite
For the table looks so ripe for a friendship cradle

But my soul sounds an alarm
For too many people pretend to want to connect
With a globally affected charm

A lack of time renders many unable
To be fully committed, invested and authentic
Yet they spitefully create a friendship fable

Breaking bread should mean something
Instead of just being another facebook posting
Or an instagram dumpling

An empty seat at the table
May be best left alone so as to not be trite
And the heart does not become sable