A candlelight dinner with no known participants
Dusty china plates sit on the worn material,
Silverware placed neatly over the tired napkin
The record player humming melodies ethereal.
Unconscious coals lay where a merry fire once crackled
Unmoved, untouched; showing no signs of life
Arranged neatly next to the silverware, quietly sits,
A single rose, stale with death, parallel to the knife.
A/N: I'm not sure if I'm exactly happy with this poem. I'll look at it tomorrow and see if I can see anything different I can change to make it better, or I might decide to leave it as it is. To those of you who reviewed this piece when I only had half of it finished, thank you very much for your comments and suggestions! I really appreciate them and the suggestions were very helpful!