Theresa L. Scott
Table For Four

It was a sweltering summer day,
So humid the building was perspiring.
Tiny pockets of moisture formed on the windows
As if they were crying.
Tears trickled down to a puddle
Where a puppy dared to quench its thirst.
The aromas teased our senses
As the hostess asked;
ďA table for three?Ē

My friends and I get together for lunch,
A couple of hours of gossip, and
Reminiscing once a week.
But this day was different,
Her smile was absent.
Itís been three years since the accident,
I miss her,
It should have been
A table for four.