A row of empty tables;
Tables set for two,
Two crystal cups, a candle,
Everything but you.
An almost vacant restaurant
An hour from the close
With gentle scraping cutlery
And everything but you -
Oh, what awareness that it brings
Of each person born alone
To live alone,
To die alone,
To wait, and sit and chew.
A row of empty tables,
But I’m filling in the view
And the waiter takes the rest away -
Everything but you.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
A row of empty tables;
Tables set for two,
Two crystal cups, a candle,
Everything but you.
An almost vacant restaurant
An hour from the close
With gentle scraping cutlery
And everything but you -
Oh, what awareness that it brings
Of each person born alone
To live alone,
To die alone,
To wait, and sit and chew.
A row of empty tables,
But I’m filling in the view
And the waiter takes the rest away -
Everything but you.
Occasionally dining out alone is fun, but not all of the time.
Just trying a simple rhyme out.