They pity her <br />All alone <br />In the corner <br />Of the restaurant <br />Poor old dear <br />With no one to love. <br /> <br />She pecks at her food <br />And sips at her wine <br />And writes and writes <br />In her battered old book. <br />A diary they imagine <br />Meticulous details <br />Of an empty life. <br />If only they knew. <br /> <br />Passion and desire <br />Drip from every <br />Line of love <br />She writes for you <br />She knows every inch <br />Of your beautiful body <br />And every twist <br />Of your troubled mind. <br /> <br />The background babble <br />And the waiters’ banter <br />Are lost on her. <br />She hears nothing <br />But the whisper of your voice <br />In her head. <br />She feels your kisses down her neck <br />Your finger writing your name <br />On her back <br />Your thumb tracing circles <br />Around her breasts <br />And beyond. <br />She belongs to you <br />So totally <br />So utterly <br />That she needs nothing more <br />Than memories and sustenance <br />Till you are <br />United <br />Again.<br /><br />Sallie Howson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-lady-in-the-restaurant/
