He sat there the entire time we ate;
We’d glance, but all he ever did was wait —

In silence staring, thoughtful and alone;
Not once did he look at his watch, or phone

We’d felt so bad for him, we each remarked,
While walking out to where our car was parked

For he was truly
Brokenhearted.
That, we had no doubt:
With that sad gift he’d bought
In hopes that she
Would hear him out