There in the corner it sits; set and unreserved, in blatant availability.
No charming ambiance nor atmosphere gives it appeal,
and I am all too familiar with its impression.
So making my way to its quiet reception, I am seated -
unphased, and yet still hopeful.
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Tonya Titus (
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A poem of familiarity with a place that no one has taken and the assuming of it. Nicely written it leaves me feeling unnoticed and alienated but still present.
Exactly
Nicely written. Your poem revolves around the imagery of a table set for one, symbolizing loneliness and the acceptance of solitude while still holding onto a sense of optimism.
Thank you
You're very welcome.
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