I dine alone at a table meant for two.
I stare at the patrons as they pass on through.
I count the clock as it moves over midnight.
I watch as the shadows consume the light.
A waiter asks if a partner shall be joining me.
A simple smile i returned to he.
A gracious host he in turn agrees.
A lady is suppose to come but we will have to wait and see.
I dine alone at a table meant for two.
I endulge myself in the smells that flew.
I dreamed of a lady that no one could believe.
I stayed till they asked me to leave.
A cold night to walk home alone.
A lady i seek lost to the unknown.
A tale that everyone should know.
A person like me has no soul.
I dine alone at a table meant for two.
I hope someday my lady will pass into view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my favorite one so far.