"Memoir of Nothingness"

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.





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BriarRose This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 3, 2009 at 10:38 am
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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