Portuguese Grilled Chicken and Soup

(To a nurse I worked with for one shift. I don't remember your name, but I remember our conversation, all those years ago.)

So there I was, bloated
on my dreams of poems and stories,
so unaware yet so passionate,

and you were dreaming of a van
equipped with a kitchen to sell
Portuguese grilled chicken and soup.
.
We were opposites bonding. Your
dream just as valid, more likely -
you were more likeable for it.

We have lost touch. You are dishing
out chicken and soup and happy.
I am still bloated on my dreams.