Sit on a sidewalk facing out and eat.
Watch how the kids smile shyly and feel complete.
The cook just graduated from college, I think.
The dirty pail of muddy water is his sink.
I believe the couple divided by the paper could break –
The tension between them is more that I can take.
Thoughts turn to myself and my hands –
I stare into them until they look like rubber bands.
Life is passing me by as I eat.
Alone is the only time I hear the chorus and can tap its beat.