Do not grow too content
With being alone

Empty seats beside
Roll eyes as party behind
Chatter happily 

Warily evading suggestions
Of a match maker
Relishing breadth of one in bed.

Sprawling diagonal
Clutching hot water bottle 
Catching clouds racing
Through the mind.

Know this
There is one somewhere
Who exudes sunshine

Their gaze radiates
Over skin and lips
Eyes ablaze

Tense pain of shoulders
Eases, deeper breath
Healing
This is the test.

Does their presence 
Feel like a Sunday evening?