A Table for One

I sat alone, eyes wandering wide,
A couple across, side by side.
She stared at her phone, his eyes cast low,
And I thought, "How lucky—yet, how alone."
I envied them, at first glance, it's true,
Wishing a man sat across from me too.
Someone to talk to, to share my day,
But not like them, with nothing to say.
I saw the silence between their eyes,
The weight of words, unsaid, disguised.
And I knew then, with sudden grace,
I'd rather be here, in my own space.
For I don’t want just any hand to hold,
Nor the comfort of warmth grown cold.
I want a love that meets my soul,
A man who makes my spirit whole.
And if that man is not to be,
Then I am enough just being me.
For the peace I hold in my heart, alone,
Is kinder than love that’s turned to stone.
So I sit here, with quiet peace,
Grateful for my own release.
No empty hands, no hollow glance,
I will wait for love, I chose - a chance.

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