Dinnertime Stories

Dinner with friends while soft candlelight glows We're dressed in formal attire, both genders Goblets of wine while conversation flows, what fond memories the moment renders. Shared recollections from decades, gone by. Good times of laughter and those when we cried. Melancholy, it was a night spent without a dry eye, happy tears and sad ones, we could not hide. Round the damask draped table we remained. Too quickly to us, it seemed the hours flew. Reluctance to end the night was not feigned, then, came the chimed hour to reckon adieu. Hearth side, I sat... satisfied and alone. Serene and reflective on friendships sown.