The Table

This is a story I happened to find on my laptop. I vaguely recall writing this aaaaages a go, and totally forgot about it. 


A dinner table is where the family gather.

A dinner table is where people talk about their day.

A dinner table is where a couple share their words of love.

A dinner table is where I look up and find you smiling at me.

" I know that you already know, but I want to say it again and again. Thank you so much for the food, you don't know how much I missed it while I was away".

That's what he said when he came back from a 2 week long business trip.  A trip that he was so busy that he didn't even have a time to call me.

He even seems to be a shade darker than when he left the door 2 weeks a go....

He said those words, with the same lips that kisses me.

He said those words, with the same lips that whispers the words of love to me.

He said those words, with the same lips that crawled over another woman.

He said those words, with the same lips that lied to me.

That's what he said,

that's what he said,

that's what he said......

Still, I wait for him to come back through the doors and join my table.


I smile back at him as I look back up.

"Ofcourse hun, it's filled with everything you love".

There he sat, the same place where his mistress was 2 hours a go. Slowly indulging his meal, piece by piece....

"You can't beat  the fresh produce I gather for you, you know".