Carpe Diem

You will see me alone, dining. Always near a window Watching people hurrying outside, Or well-dressed patrons Frequenting the five-star diner, My favourite eating place. Alas always alone. Still one lady, impeccably dressed Always visited the place every Saturday. And always with a different escort. I wondered who she was, But I could hardly ask her, could I? Her escorts seemed rich and elegant. Not that I was shabbily dressed. But I was not the handsome type. Then one day she came in alone. She had no escort as she ordered her food. What could I do? I approached her meekly And asked for her company. "Finally, you came," she smiled. We never dined alone from then on. FICTION