After breaking up with a girlfriend,
he felt a depth of loneliness
he had never felt before—
as he wandered the streets
of the city in tears,
pleading silently for someone—
anyone to love him.
He explored the art museums,
examining the faces and shapes
of the women, never looking
at the paintings.
All to no avail. His life felt empty.
It was nothing but a nightmare.
At the end of the day,
invited for dinner, he never forgot
the guacamole he was served.
It awakened him back to his senses.