At the Table
always the surprise
by lunch in the afternoon
conversations in passing
dinner in a plastic basket
every moment savored
forever to be
gratitude expressed by hands brushing
her four-year-old daughter at her ex’s
I look for something to share
just the smallest thing makes the difference
kindness to spell the day
love collected along the way
memories to carry the week
no one can say better than us
only her company matters
please I ask a little more
questions stir as I drink iced tea
remembering an appointment to keep
she refills my cup before I ask
talk of plans to see her again
unstated lines say more
violins play in my mind
writings lurk in my heart
extracting a beat
years of life to be shared
zero in on the moment
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