The Table

Your unfinished wine glass
marks foregone pleasure.
Untouched provender left
betrays perplexed hunger.
 
Pushing chair wide and away,
You stand to leave.
Still, the forgotten feast
lay silently tempting me.
 
I drain my cup dry,
take, eat the bread,
leaving the glass untouched
In remembrance of you.

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