Dining Table
The table was set for the dinner,
every bit of fine china arranged delicately
from the memory of teachings of
how to properly set a dining table.
Each plate and silverware handled with pride
the glasses were not glasses,
but small ridged teacups that replicated
the flower blooming on the plates.
The table set a beautiful decoration
the food creating a lively scenery,
made to showcase our lost love.
The table, made of faux mahogany
stained dark brown, seemed to be
the center of conversation.
Here was a hub of cross communication.
The flurry of tongues set in different
worlds caused my chest to glow.
We lost ourselves in broken laugher,
got lost in the home cooked meal and good wine,
and for a moment pretended
we were all incredibly happy.