The Lonely

I’d rather book a table in a restaurant
Than eat another meal alone
I can feel The Lonely in my face
When you get to this age
With no significant other
People treat you like a bad rash
I have no plus one to come to your dinner party
I can see The Lonely in my face
I didn’t plan it
Nothing worked out
I stopped believing it would
I can see The Lonely in my face
But when you have all your waking hours
With only your thoughts
It gets to you
And you become desperate
And people feel that desperation
And they want distance
Distance from your desperation
And you
I can see The Lonely in my face
Day after day
You fight the stillness
The quiet
Aware of every second
I guess too much time on your own makes the eyes seem hollow
Makes frown-lines in your forehead
Makes your flesh sad
I can even see The Lonely in my face
It looks a bit like anger
But I’m not angry
Just empty