I walk into a smoke filled room.
The lights are very dim.
Juke Box playing a lonely tune.
I walk to the counter, hop upon a stool and, order my concoction.
I look around to catch a familiar face, but saw that no one was there.

The pool balls ricochet from one another, and go into a pocket.
The clinking of glass, being pulled from their racks.
And the may I have another beer.
The in's  and the out's the up's and down's, there's people all around.
But still no familiar faces.

People dancing upon the floor, holding each other close.
The simple brush back of one's hair, from upon her brow.
Another's head, upon his shoulder.
Yet I still sit here alone.

I try to listen in on one's conversation, adding a comment of my own.
Though they seem not to care, I feel rejected.

I sit upon this stool, and drink my sorrows away.
One by one the drinks go down.
Why do I have to be so lonely?

The noise begins to whirl and blend together.
People talking to one another is now hard to comprehend.
Everything seems so loud, yet muffled.

Next thing I know there's a tap on my shoulder.
An unfamiliar face asks, Do you wanna dance?
I look into those soft kind eyes and said, I guess.
He takes my hand and leads us to the floor.
Hand in hand , one arm around each waist.
I highly enjoy this embrace.
My heart is beating hard and fast.
My hands turn cold and clammy.
I don't want this to end for I've been so lonely.

Cara Louann Endsley