Dining Table

 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.

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