I’m just sitting here feeling like a fool, by myself.
If the booking and appointment were for 7pm,
Why on earth has no-one else arrived?
The restaurant is filling up with other groups and I look silly.
Must have got the time wrong
But now I’m here, I can’t just walk out.
It’s at least a half hour before anyone else shows up –
They all arrive at once
And it’s very clear I’m not one of the inner circle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem