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