Reflected in the window was a girl
who sat not far from me while looking out
with eyes that met my own, her mouth a pout,
her nervous fingers playing with a curl.
I'd come alone and, feeling strangely buoyed,
I turned to chat and ask her who she was
-- my heart froze for a moment then because
beside me there was no one. Just a void.
The reflection in the window stared at me,
its slender body seemed to sigh and heave,
and then I turned and saw a woman leave.
Two tables back a man called helplessly
-- what I'd thought was my reflection sat alone
and slumped back looking lonesome, like my own.