I am waiting for my rice to finish cooking.
It took me a long time to think of what I wanted for dinner as I figured, being trapped inside,
A chicken dinner would not make me a winner.
I heard a click from the inner part of the cooker,
Flipping a switch,
Indicating that the rice was done.
Dinner for one, again.
The silence became my friend,
It didn’t share the same excitement as I did,
But when I lifted the lid to the rice cooker,
I did,
Get happy, just a little bit.
It is a shame when something made with engineering genius derived from an advanced understanding of physics can cook perfect rice,
But yet,
It can’t make the perfect life.
A life alone is as cold as stone.
If technology makes us feel closer together and shrinks the size of the world,
Why do I still feel alone,
When I have you on the phone?
Even a dial tone can’t change the tone,
Because now that you are gone,
I am alone.
Eating dinner for one.
