Last Year Comments

Last year, it was mahogany wood tables with white linens and crystal stemware...

Service on a platter, by a girl whom you already knew, so new.... so many sparkles I could have drunk my wine from your eyes... the stemware wasn't even as bright.... and your mind wandered through conversations, conversions in places where food was supposed to be. But I can't even remember what we had to eat. Just that you were with me, and her, on a night I reserved, for us.
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