A dinner out with myself - poem
A dinner out
Yesterday I had a dinner with myself.
I sat at an empty table fixed for 8
7 of them were imaginary, and I thought I was real yet Just before the desserts I woke up
There were none alive
I was talking to the blonde who had a generous smile
She shared her Pearls and diamonds on her plate
with everyone else who dine
Her friend who was not tall at all giggled all the time
Her cat eyes were fixed on a handsome dark friend of mine
Who had 3 kids a dog and a fine wife hope she wouldn't mind
My boss sat next to the blonde so he could occasionally keep his hand on her thigh
In his mid fifties he looked plum and bloated with cooperate cash
Which he converts into fat in his liver to deposit secretly in his heart every fortnight
Which nobody hoped survived another night
Joker sat on the head of the table, he took us by surprise
When he cracked jokes at everyone of us occasionally swallowing pieces of swine
With sips of fine red wine.
Lesbian lovers lingering in the dark corner were never brought under spotlight
They were wasting their energy on earth
Was the general consensus of all other X and Ys
But not a word spoken not once, not twice
And I sat and waited as long as I can remember feeling weird without knowing why?
Only to wake up this morning to know I was dreaming and everyone was in my mind.
Perhaps I was there, because I wanted to witness it all in my own eyes
Otherwise, an empty life
Epilogue: Dinner out why you should dine alone?
It was true I was at the table reserved for 8 people. It was true all of them were imaginary except myself. It was false it was a dream as I was there. So technically 1/8th of it was true. Unfortunately I had not talked with a blonde girl. I just had dinner alone. Instead, I just wrote down what it could have been if I was surrounded by all those lovely happy people.
Someone said it is a brave thing to dine alone. Like a lion would do. Like a lone elephant would do. I have done it once or twice. Maybe I just like the company of my own imagination. The greatest asset that anyone could ever have.
So, my advice is to dine alone. Just to know how it feels like to treat yourself a royal. You may feel lonely at first but imagine an oak or a redwood, standing tall all their lives battling each and every gale and thunderstorm. There is something surely charming about it.
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