That empty place at the table.
Or, perhaps the place not so void of another worldly presence.
I caught a glimpse of you....yes you.
A quick sighting of you in brightly monochromatic colored attire.
With a light so magnificent, so radiant.
Almost in trance by its wavelength and frequency.
The chair directly seated in this empty place.
It appears almost depressed with a form of what once was.
Beneath the chair , your slippers Sabre has brought with a wagging tail.
On the holiday place mat your black framed reading glasses.
The ones that made you look ever so wiser to me.
Even more than I thought could even be possible.
Also a number 2 pencil and a book of fabulous crosswords collections.
Challenging word games we both took seriously, yet enjoyed.
A navy coffee mug inscribed with your name.
Not a stain to be found on the USS Fort Mandan.
I sip from this mug , never to gulp.
I want my memories of you in stages....
not a gulping unsavoriness.
But rather slowly , cherishingly...  methodically.
I set your coffee mug gingerly down after rinsing it with care.
I will sip from this mug again another day soon.