Stood Up

Here at the restaurant I sit alone with a cold coffee cup The reason why I do, I just got stood up, I am sitting at a romantic table that sits only two And now here sits me, and sadly not you. The waiter keeps asking me about my unarrived guest I replied that it's a woman, she's late, with a jest, He again fills up my water glass and yours as well Seems like an awful trick upon me has emotionally befell. I look about the restaurant at all the couples that sit Then once again I look at the watch upon my wrist, I look outside the window and you are still not there I then hope to smell your perfume, in the restaurant's air. Alone I sit and I contemplate as I wait for you to arrive But, you don't, a trick upon me my brain did derive, I now look at the rose that I brought you as a romantic gift Sadly, only I and not you of its fragrance had sniffed. Upon the reality of dating I had taken a sad, but faithful trip I think as I open up my wallet and I give a generous tip, Once again I wonder why you never showed up for our date I spent the day dejected, while somewhere else you ate. Randy L. McClave