The gray and rounded woman sat there,
Relishing her chosen meal,
Waiting for the satisfaction to make her feel real.
The rowdy group walked in and sat,
Talking, singing all the while,
She joined in their laughter with her private smile.
Silently she shared, 'It's time for me to go',
Rising from her safety seat,
They watched her make her quiet retreat.
The revelers became subdued,
Realizing each others need
To remain together as friends, they all agreed.
ampoule, October Sixteenth, TwoThousandFourteen


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