Lost in a crowd of colored tables,
What am I doing here?
Out of place in the chattery,
I sat for what passes as eternity.
My supposed companion has gone
Away in her own affairs
Oblivious in her own conversations
To my state of sorry disposition.
Perhaps she has forgotten
Perhaps that is certain
To make me feel her insensitivity
In ways she does not understand.
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