In The Silence of the Table for Two

I thought, you'll only see it in movies.
Or in television shows perhaps..

But what is fiction without some reality?

I

In the silence of the heart, you fall into an abyss so deep.. the darkness envelops you with the cold, thin, air.. it makes you frail and it pushes the pain of isolation out of your already swollen eyes.. the tears force their way out..like some slits of sunlight trying to reach the clear water but ends like tiny fragments of radiance...

II

The contagious laughter misleads now.. it has defeated its purpose. it no longer satisfies nor endures..

but it still colors.
it colors the dullness of this table for two.
it highlights the eerie presence of the apostrophed.

the laughter is there. and it creates the deafening character of this legged sadness.


III

Wait. That's it.
Hope. Definitely.

Envy. How can you not? When all your life had been a gleeful sound of noise.. When it had been a full round table?

How can you not long for that happy chattering and miss the good old days? When all you have now is a lonely table?

A silent table for two.
When you're only ONE.