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She sits alone
at a table set for two
covered in white linen cobwebs
Dusty silverware
plates
wine glasses
where all remains still
waiting for her lover
She sits straight in her chair
elbows at her side
napkin on her lap
ready for his kiss
At a glance you see
hair cascading
make-up flawless
body exquisite
Draw closer
you realize
her hair is
old
brittle
make-up runs
down her face
along side tears
her frail body
undernourished
She has come to this table
where one chairs always remains empty
in this forgotten room
where hope began and died
waiting for her lover...
For all Eternity
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I do love your mellow moods. I'm not one for profanities, just an old soft romantic. This is an exquisite portrait, one that would look good on anyone's wall.
Beautiful work.
~Tony
Wow. That is really amazing. Only thing is you wrote "where one chairs always remains empty" It should be "where one chair always remains empty." But very beautifully written.
