The empty glasses sit before me,
Unfinished tales in each one.
Silent voices echo in the distance,
Their laughter faded and done.
The barkeep wipes down the counters,
A job he's done a thousand times.
I sit and stare out of the window,
Watching the world pass by.
The empty seat next to me,
Was once filled with lively talk.
Now, it stands as a constant reminder,
Of the loneliness to which I am locked.
The door creaks open and a figure enters,
I hope for someone to share my plight.
But they take their seat at the other end,
And I remain lost in my own plight.
The silence is deafening,
In this pub of empty chairs.
I sip my drink and ponder,
If anyone cares.
The clock ticks away the hours,
As I sit and stare at the wall.
No one to share my thoughts with,
No one to hear my call.
I pay my bill and rise to leave,
The world outside awaits.
But the loneliness still lingers,
As I walk out through the gates.