I look at you longingly, confidently, honestly, earnestly, yearningly; from inside the restaurant window.
My mouth bites down on the tangible burger.
Chewing, watching you walk away.
Another stranger; beautiful. Who I would love to share a meal with.
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Short and to the point.
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-I feel a if the narrator is yearning for human companionship due to either crippling loneliness or a Bukowski-style romantic longing. Perhaps alter the title to convey whatever he’s feeling to the reader?
Anyway, good poem! Take care!
Michelle R.
I’ve seen people lately, watching me walk by from the sidewalk. It is inspiring.
When I eat alone, it’s a different story.
Perhaps it would be something along the lines of ordering food and enjoying the moment.
I’ll leave this piece to interpretation.
I title stories carefully.
I enjoyed reading this piece. I think a lot of people can relate to the idea you are writing about. It seems to portray a somewhat lonely feeling. We all instinctively crave attention and companionship.