Table for One

distinctly

i recall

pale lonely nights

spent in silence

staring through cracks

between the blinds

–

lights dimmed

listening to voices creep

through the walls

sealed off

isolated

surrounded by

unacquainted

nameless faces

–

haven’t spoken to another

going on three days

–

doesn’t seem

to bother me much

–

i take a seat at the table

offer myself a drink

–

and remark upon the woeful

regrettable

ill fortune

of our companionship

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