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.