Eight cups sit at eight empty places
Where we once dined, forks reflecting the fluorescents
It’s been so long; I hardly recall the faces
Dust has long since settled on the vases
Floral designs a picture of innocence
Eight cups sit at eight empty places
A time long past, that left no other traces
Youthful joy faded to indifference
It’s been so long; I hardly recall the faces
How quickly we fell from each others good graces
The once loved quirks that became a nuisance
Eight cups sit at eight empty places
The table stays quiet, no one to fill the spaces
No voices around color the air with dissonance
It’s been so long; I hardly recall the faces
The area around, quiet encases
what was there before, a silent ambivalence
Eight cups sit at eight empty places
Its been so long; I hardly recall the faces
About the Creator
E. C. Mira
I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.
www.poetrybyecmira.com
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