Who's Saving The Seat For The Newcomer?

I feel nervous walking into this meeting. I have never been here before, and I feel like I might not fit in. The notion that I'm disconnected from the entire world has raced back into my sober self, and it makes me want to turn around and leave. I try to talk myself out of this by musing, "Maybe I don't need a meeting tonight." Then I curse myself for being a coward and know I will surely drink and die if I don't stay. I force myself to walk through the darkened parking lot, toward the smokers standing around laughing outside the church doors. Inside, the light vaguely warms their faces, but I recognize none of them. Oh God, I wish my best friend were here with me.