The waitress, a female server
walks by my singly occupied table
several times before stopping
to take my drink order

She turns to leave, correctly assuming
I am dining alone – Still, it would have
been nice if she had asked
I guess there’s a certain look to aloneness

Returning with my drink order
she plops it down unprofessionally
onto the wooden tabletop
and walks away quickly

Although I was speaking directly
to her with my desired dinner order
I stare at the harried waitress server
trying to feel compassion for her plight

Unable to find some within myself
I train my eyes on her as she strides by
Eventually she returns for my order
I tell her I’m not ready to place it, yet

I am just feeling that way
to return what’s been given
Not like me at all yet somehow
it feels good – I have fallen