Standing on the periphery
of this social gathering,
trying to remain hidden
from all the chattering.
Avoiding any eye contact
in case someone may talk to me,
I have nothing in common with them
so maybe they will leave me be.
A drink in my hand
to help ease my terror,
I now know coming here
was a major error.
If I was to slip away
would anyone notice my absence
or would it be better to try
and keep up the appearance
I am happy to be here
amongst these smiling faces
talking about their holidays
and their favourite places,
while I don’t know
where I will be tomorrow
and there’s no one here
who wants to hear about my sorrow.
