They sat across from each other
Not even sharing a smile, wink or nod
In the twilight of the early eve, of their lives.
Perhaps all of their words had been said
That they had wanted to say
In the course of their lives..

They sat across from each other
Not side by side, not even close
Quietly eating their meal
Without even sharing a word.
Who knows what had been previously said,
Shared or even once held

In the twilight of their lives?
Mechanised motions of life,
Shared together in somber silence
Without a smile, or even a sideways glance
Between two people who joined for a meal,
For the evening, in their solitude.

07/29/2002

Posted on 11/07/2006
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