Sweet Solitude

Rain on the window, a sweet syrup of sound,

   I sat in a café, crumbs scattered around.

   A slice of cake on a porcelain plate,

   its sweetness tasted both right and so wrong,

   wrapped in the taste of my solitude—

   Couples huddled close, umbrellas unfurl,

   I forked through the layers, a solitary whirl,

   the reflection of loneliness shimmering bright,

   as I savored each bite, alone with my thoughts,

   this feast, a secret, the heart of the night.