It is summer. We're having a meal in a meadow, with two rectangular tables covered with a white tablecoth. There are quie a lot of people seated.
I'm sitting at one of the table, I'm not eating but I am constantly looking at this man sitting at the other table, but I see only his back and the back of his head : he doesn't look at me.
At my table, there is his mother, she's looking at me , quite gently.
I would like him to look at me, but he never does it.
(He is a guy I met ages ago, and with whom I exchanged emails for many years (years later), and who recently put a stop of it.)
I look at my left foot, and the heel is pretty much dented (I'm horrified about it), and it makes me suffer..of course, and I wonder if it will ever heal...

Could you please help me with the interpretation, please?