Feeding my hungry heart

I sit there, alone at my table, waiting
just enjoying the strangers around me mating
alone in the room I sit, waiting for the meal
but as I slowly realize, it wasn't what I feel.
No I wasn't hungry, just empty
loneliness was always the drug to tempt me
seeking solitude in the shadows of my room
never understanding isolation would be my doom.
Now here I sit, disconnected but content
my order having been sent
but in no hurry at all to receive my request,
here with these strangers I was at my best.
Another sip and another sigh of satisfaction
looking around to see the other interactions.
Yes, I came for the emptiness in my belly
but really the hole in my heart couldn't be fixed by honey and jelly
rather I would learn to gorge myself in this
the truest form of unspeakable bliss.
So for now I have learned something I once did detest
but for now, dinners here, so I'll save the rest.