Table For One Please

The steak is cooked to perfection.

The cosmopolitan delightful and giving me a buzz.

The man with his guitar crooning James Taylor is soothing.

Happy people around me, smiling and laughing with friends and lovers.

It's cozy here, in the corner, as I watch the cold rain pelt the window.

It sounds perfect, doesn't it?

So, then...what the hell's the problem?

An empty heart, a lonely night and as always...a table for one.