I walk over to our usual spot.

I sit down,

Silence.

I get up to get myself a drink.

I leave,

Chatter.

I can't put my finger on it
either.

Not even I can
put it to an
end.

They choose not to live a life
with me as a part
because I live with
something.

Somebody says something rude at the meal.

They look at one another,

Laughter.

I say a point of view at the meal.

They look at one another,

I'm left
Alone.