Stood Up Poem by Randy McClave

Here at the restaurant I sit alone with a cold coffee cup
The reason why I do, I just got stood up,
I am sitting at a romantic table that sits only two
And now here sits me, and sadly not you.
The waiter keeps asking me about my unarrived guest
I replied that it's a woman, she's late, with a jest,
He again fills up my water glass and yours as well
Seems like an awful trick upon me has emotionally befell.
I look about the restaurant at all the couples that sit
Then once again I look at the watch upon my wrist,
I look outside the window and you are still not there
I then hope to smell your perfume, in the restaurant's air.
Alone I sit and I contemplate as I wait for you to arrive
But, you don't, a trick upon me my brain did derive,
I now look at the rose that I brought you as a romantic gift
Sadly, only I and not you of its fragrance had sniffed.
Upon the reality of dating I had taken a sad, but faithful trip
I think as I open up my wallet and I give a generous tip,
Once again I wonder why you never showed up for our date
I spent the day dejected, while somewhere else you ate.

Randy L. McClave