Portrait Of An Introvert. Poem by Gordon Ferris

Portrait of an introvert.

You cut your steak into neat little pieces,
And eat your meal systematically one item at a time,
Meat first, potatoes next, moving them into neat piles,
And then on to the veg eaten with head bowed,
Never gazing across the table at your partner,
Everywhere but there,
Eyes darting from side to side,
To get a hint at how to behave.
With fingers brushing hair away
You glance at your inner mirror
Carried within you always
To see how you think you're viewed by the world.