Empty Chair

In a cafe full of scattered people,
Their conversations ring,
Some get lost in their gaze amusing,
Some listen to their friends.

In a cafe full of many waiting,
Their orders at the counter lining,
Outside looking in bristling rain,
As an evening setting settles
Gives color to the pain.

I gaze outside as night embraces,
Lonely thoughts and empty tables,
I look inside in contemplation
This lone chair,
Is my own reflection.