Good.
There seems to be
No one here
That I know.
"How many?"
"Just me."
"Only one?"
Always only one.
Led to a table
Past looks of
Curious diners.
Why is she alone?

Must order quickly,
Then check e-mails
Or at least appear to
Be occupied
Electronically.
Food arrives.
I have mastered
The art of
Eating with one hand
And reading e-mails
With the other,
To avoid looking around
While eating lunch alone.

"Would you like
Anything else?"
"Just the check
and a drink to go."
She complies,
The bill is paid,
The phone put away.
I'm out the door
And in my car
Headed back to work.
Painfully aware
That I will have
Lunch for one again
Tomorrow.