"Memoir of Nothingness"

September 14, 2009
By KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
65 articles 14 photos 30 comments

I see this simple scene and a whole new scene unfolds in my mind-a past scene, a product of my memory. A scene in which two of these empty chairs are occupied,by him and I. I eat my angel hair pasta and sauce, only tasting a hint of tomato as I chew, too lost in his eyes to really notice the flavors of this savory dish.
I continue to my salad, tasting nothing but a slightly metallic taste as the fork is emptied of it's burden. I am too busy making sure my hand is eligable for holding.
The wine is just a bit too potent for ignoring, I feel it burn slightly as it goes down my throat. However I am so caught up in his eyes I neither notice nor care.
A dinner made special not by the food but by the company. Food wasted, but well wasted, and I would gladly waste it all again for a night so special.


The author's comments:
This piece is total fiction...but of course I had a guy in mind as the person sitting there with me when I wrote it =]
It's funny...I have notebooks packed with my writing but I can normal remember when it comes to the love poems and such exactly who it was written about.
PS this was a visual piece....it was based on a photo.

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on Nov. 3 2009 at 10:38 am
BriarRose PLATINUM, Seneca, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
I don't need a rose. I want a daisy you picked for my hair. I don't want some fancy box of chocolate. I want a pink frosting cookie you made just for me. Lets skip the upscale restaraunt and have a picnic in the park.

its cool; i cant remember half of what i write, but i remember the people in them. a very good piece


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