The Space Between

In the days of loathsome bangs
and crushed velvet
I could count on a house
full to bursting
with laughter and love
more conversations
than any one man could keep track of
and hopeless amounts of food
so much warmth
from so many hearts
giving thanks

now so many eat elsewhere,
there is room between bodies
for the cold air of winter
to chill our food
our laughter

our love is still such to be thankful for
but I am not used to the space
in between.