A seat at the table

It is always a table. Always strangers. Always me chatting away.
I have had this dream of a table of strangers since I can remember.
Before I fall asleep, I play out the conversation at the table. He is always there-the one in the music.
One day, I will sit down with these strangers.
But for now, I walk by the tables and smile and say nothing.

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