The Sad Café

I waited for you, a table for two, a bottle of wine and I still wonder where you are.  It is a lonely place this table for two.  The wine is warm, and the waiter seems to know that you are not coming.

I wonder if you know how you made me feel or if you even care.  Do I dare dial your number and look the fool?  Maybe I will just get up and go.  I can just walk away, never to return.

The bottle I drink from is empty as is my heart.  I can see the stares and looks from everyone, the empty chair shouts at me.

The bottle I drink from is empty as is my heart.  I can see the stares and looks from everyone, the empty chair shouts at me.  I wanted it to be filled, this empty glass and chair, the silence to be filled with gentle talk and conversation.  The silence falls like a curtain at the end of a play, yet the crowd does not clap they just look away.

For now, I will sit for a while, perhaps another glass of wine, a dessert, and coffee.  Then I will rise leaving the waiter a big tip, and I will walk through this sad café out onto the city streets.  After all, the night is young and full of possibilities.

Point Of View

Often the best course of action is to walk away.  When you walk away you walk toward possibility.  A moment lost is a moment that causes pause and walking away leaves the moment behind.  It becomes lost in the night like our forgotten dreams.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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    • Thank you. I struggled with the ending. I wrote a happy ending, I wrote a sad ending, in the end I felt that sometimes you really do have to just walk away.