Saturday, March 14, 2015

Table for one

Winds blowing
People passing me by.
Does the expression on my face bother you?
Avoiding eye contact, leads to being lonesome.
Empty chairs next to me, one place set at the table, my phone never rings.
If I smiled, would you talk to me, or would my usual expression scare you away?
My door bell never rings, dinner for one please.
I have a lot of time to think.
The queen bed I sleep upon, has enough room for two.
If I asked you to stay awhile,
would you?

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