Waiting

I sit alone
Even though the room is crowded
I wait alone
But she won't come

My friends have left
They have been here long
And lack of interest
And no hope of hope

I glance at the door
It stares back at me
It opens and closes
In an unrelenting mockery

Waiting alone in a coffee shop
Two cups, one for each
I am prepared for her
But she won't come

I look at my watch
And then I wait more
She should have been here
But she doesnt come

Waiting at the coffee table
There have been others before me
And like me they have waited
Knowing she won't come