COMING HOME FROM WORK

Another Friday evening such a beautiful night walking through the square people go here and there and they are from everywhere much laughing,talking, walking all about couples are engaging, lovers holding hands people smiling so much affirmation that there's no room for doubt the town is filled with music and words clubs, lounges, pubs and the green leaves of spring cars are cleaned, shine, rims are sparkling voices on the radios singing about love all are tuned in listen to them sing restaurants, cafes are all booked up the food smells so good in the air the forks, knives and spoons hit the plate brings a melodic rhythm my appetite can't wait my eyes are big and stomach starts to growl one menu to the other my mind starts to prowl people standing and waiting I'm standing all alone watching and waiting there's no invitation insideI turn around slowly and hold hands with my pride surrounded by all these people that keep moving on by not one of them sees me or looks in my eyeyes I am starving for some good company thirsty for articulate conversation and the need to be I start to continue my direction and find my way home bringing myself to this place where I'm all alone I come to term with these walls there's no mail or ring on my phone my hands are still open but no one I can hold the weather is warm but my heart is getting cold I feel empty and my spirit is about to fall then the phone begins to ring, do I have a callI pick up to hear the voice on the other end my heart anticipates the warmth of a friend but no it's an old love of mine her husband is out of the town she wants to come over but my mind starts to frown I tell her I'm busy and don't call me no more I hang up the phone and lock all my doors I head for the kitchen to fix me some food then I pick my book and get comfortable too