Conversation

Conversation I come to listen Sitting at peace with no one At a table for two. One cup, full and frothy, Awaits my attention. I think perhaps of better days Not too far gone When talk was loving And hot chocolate. Now, aware of all around Who chatter of nothing, At peace with peace. A man and his dog Sit across the way Their continual conversation Is all one-sided Apart from the odd canine whine That results in a treat. I talk to myself, ah! but in my head Lest those around should think "He's lost it!" How true my friends,