Friday, August 2, 2013

No Tomorrow

Courtesy of Flickr user Lee Jordan
A crumbled receipt
Crumbs brushed off the table
Coffee grinds stuck to the side
   of a cracked cup

Nothing left to say
The dinner plates removed
The silence heavy between
   the past and the present

Life around is filled with
Clinks of silverware
And rings of glasses
   tapped at the end of private toasts

“Should we go?”
“Yes,” as chairs move back
“Dinner was good.”
    each raising a hand goodbye