tables
by crystal tiara

this is the row of tables
where, for four years,
we - and only we - sat,
with memories unseen to
anyone else but us
etched on the plain brown slabs
that have borne witness to
many a laugh
and sometimes a tear
over lunch, over pizza,
over a surprise birthday cake.
some friends came and others went
but all of them left
an unwritten promise of friendship
or, at least, three tables' worth of memories
enough to last for more than four years.