Three's A Crowd Poem by Angela Wybrow

We are sat in a pub, eating our lunch,
When, from inside of me, I have a hunch,
That three of us are sat at the table there,
Despite there being only two occupied chairs.

My companion is busy texting on their phone,
So I carry on, as if I was sitting on my own.
Occasionally, I'm given a degree of attention,
But it is glancing, and way too brief to mention.

I am feeling annoyed and pretty put out:
That they have noticed, I very much doubt.
In their messaging, they are so wrapped up;
So much so, that I really hate to interrupt!

With my companion, I was hoping to nice chat,
But that idea now seems to have fallen a bit flat.
Being ignored is something which I really hate;
For them to finish their message, I sit and wait.

I sit there silently, and continue eating my food;
By now, I am not feeling in too good a mood.
Finally, they switch off their mobile phone,
And, suddenly, I'm feeling no longer alone.