Whispers of loitering silhouettes,
The pair of feet that come through the window.
Crashing this party,
Thousands of identical faces in silence.
What have you come for?
Inconspicuous absence.
While everybody looks the other way,
Just to be kind.
Murmuring patronizing truths.
I can see it for myself, thank you very much.
The empty chair, the empty glass.
Waiters linger, impatient and sympathetic.
They’ve seen it all before.
Just five minutes more,
Am I missing some adventure?
Purposeful march to nowhere,
I wish that string quartet would stop following me.
Everything ends up out of tune in the end.
That smile is off-key and irritating,
But I like to listen.
