You set a long table for everyone, and the one person sitting across from you never quite gets your whole gaze. Venus squares Jupiter, the open house pulling against the intimate hand. Throw the doors wide and someone is waiting for you in private. Close it down to a table for two and the silence of everyone not invited starts to weigh. The bill landed on lovers who felt shared out among too many. What the grind handed you, late, is a line you can finally draw: the inner circle is not the wide circle. Choosing the person in front of you tonight is no betrayal of the rest. Attention that goes all the way to one face is yours now, and it took years to afford.