The Table...

Loss may be hard to deal with but so is fulfillment. The feeling does not linger long with me. In the end all we have is memories and they dont keep you warm at night. They dont hold you and tell you everything is going to be alright. All I have is an empty table and all the chairs are vacant. The candles flicker and grow dim but I remember... hope. Sometimes the past fades for a time and I invite another to share themselves and I share myself with them... we talk...we talk of memories. Trapped. I can not get away from it and someday this will be the past and I will remember. But for now we dine together and fear grips me.