A Table for One

A Table for One

written by: Ginny M. Jones

I sat alone, eyes wandering wide,
A couple across, side by side.
She stared at her phone, his eyes cast low,
And I thought, “How lucky—yet, how alone.”

I envied them, at first glance, it’s true,
Wishing a man sat across from me too.
Someone to talk to, to share my day,
But not like them, with nothing to say.

I saw the silence between their eyes,
The weight of words, unsaid, disguised.
And I knew then, with sudden grace,
I’d rather be here, in my own space.

For I don’t want just any hand to hold,
Nor the comfort of warmth grown cold.
I want a love that meets my soul,
A man who makes my spirit whole.

And if that man is not to be,
Then I am enough just being me.
For the peace I hold in my heart, alone,
Is kinder than love that’s turned to stone.

So I sit here, with quiet peace,
Grateful for my own release.
No empty hands, no hollow glance,
I will wait for love, I chose – a chance.

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Ginny M. Jones

I have always been a writer, letting my thoughts and emotions spill out on paper where I can express myself in a way I can’t do verbally. Perhaps because some things are too difficult to verbalize. Some things you can’t bear to say out loud. Once they’re given voice they become living extensions of ourselves. So, at a young age, I began to write. I wrote in notebooks and on notebooks. On scraps of paper and abandoned napkins. My mother saw this and bought me a journal for my birthday one year. I remember flipping through those blank pages envisioning my words written on them, thinking that now, finally, I could say some things! I'm still saying some things.

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