An empty picnic table where once, <br />we sat and talked of everything. <br />Now it stands empty, all by itself, <br />no life upon it - just a picnic <br />table alone, under a tree, waiting <br />for someone else to come along and <br />take our place.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-table/
