Chocolate-covered strawberries,
On the red and white checkered plate.
They lie in isolation,
On an ancient cherry table.
Embroidered cloth napkins,
On the fading place mats.
Folded and untouched,
Under gold silverware.
White wax candles,
On the ripped tablecloth,
Lost their brilliant flame,
Under fluorescent lights.
Abandoned chairs,
On the hardwood floor.
Nobody to fill them,
In the old, empty house.
Only an elderly lady,
On a wooden rocking chair.
Waiting for her family,
On the dusty front porch,
Lonely,
Lonely,
Lonely,
No, alone.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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