Dinner table

There we sat,
 At the dinner table,
 With our distant family and long lost friends,
 All of us waiting for the pretense to end.
 Everyone just seated and the food has came,
 People patted one another and called out names.
Someone asked," how do you do? "
 And you answered " fine, thank you."
That's far from the truth, But what did they know?
It's not like they care, So why let it show?
 
 There we sat,
At the dinner table,
 With our napkins on our laps,
 And our fingers on our phone,
 It looked like we're together,
When in fact we're all alone.
With mouths opened wide,
 And ears shut tight,
Our eyes moved from side to side,
Our feet tapped away the night.
The food was plenty, the glass never empty,
 The night was jolly, the people were merry,
So why did you feel so tired and weary?

 There we sat,
 At the dinner table.
 The bill arrived and the host paid,
 " well, it's getting late, " someone said.
 " it's nice having you here" he turned to you.
You smiled and nodded like you were supposed to.
 " we have to do this again some other day"
Then you shook hands and go your separate ways.
You wanted to laugh
 It sounded dry
It was so sad
More like a cry
 There's nothing left but to go home now
 "this dinner will be my last," you silently vowed.
 A promise that can never be kept,
 Not by you anyway.