My last poem of 2016…
A room
empty but for the couple in the back corner
whispering over the candle in the center of the table
Fireworks
explode the sky two time zones away
if the photographs are to be believed
The couple
put on their coats
as they head for the door
They turn off the lights
then turn the key in the lock
and walk away
Fireworks
word is they’re coming this way
on their westward path to tomorrow
A room
empty but for the smoking candle
in the center of the table in the back corner
(31 December 2016)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 
Your poem makes me think of “being lonely in a crowded room”
I wish you a Happy New Year, all the bestest of the bestest in it, and I am looking forward to reading more of your poems in 2017!