The men and the lady

While everyones leaving
and the lights are being turned low,
they enter,
one by one;
the men and the lady.

While they come every night,
she has certain lapses.
They sit together every night.
When she comes,
she sits all by herself.

On nights that she's there,
she wonders if they know she's back.
They look at her and
she can almost hear
them say "So, you're back".

All these nights
not a word spoken,
just the presence felt.
Because they're strangers.
Funny, but yes.

Strangers for now,
strangers forever.
Same in ways only they understand;
in their little world in the night,
far away from the rest.