Solosopher & Solosophy

Mr East-Rivers invited me to a banquet,

To dine while discussing old times,

Amidst the finery of winery vittles that do little for my appetite.

For I am not unhungry,

Though could be said I’m full,

And my enjoyment of such a meal is flavoured by feelings,

Not felt with flavours,

Which is what I actually crave,

That I aim to sate,

Is the lingering taste of Love and Hate.