The Lost ones (Poem)

In a cafe
all were there
yet no one was there
everyone lost
in their own way
like Marx’s Alien
or like Durkheim’s
Anomie
no, it’s not a cliche.
lovers lost
in a fight
friends lost
in a laugh
ants lost
in a line
waiters lost
in a table
cats lost
in music
worker bees lost
in 0’s and 1’s
teens lost
in hormones
caffeine and the sugar lost
in the flood of emotions
while I lost
in an apple pie
all eager
to create or
erase memories
except, for a poet
who’s stealing some.