Small things in my pocket
By myself alone
In a room full of people
All waiting for lunch or a drink
Or the check so they can go
I look at the table
Not wanting to stare or share
This moment – a moment alone
I fish in my pocket for something
This small bit of paper
To record my thoughts
To keep me alone and undisturbed
To make my world this Table
Alone
The empty chair I face
A setting for One
This empty space
No candle for me
And now I am
A stranger