Coffee by Wisteria Wren

Three old friends

Sitting around a table

Chatting about

Their sons,

Their daughters,

Their pride.

It had always been like that,

The three of them.

But five years passed…

Two old friends

Sitting around the table

Drinking coffee

Both of them

Noticed their friend's absence

But none of them

Pointed it out.

They did not know

How many days

They were left with themselves…

And five years passed.

One old man

Sitting at the table

Drinking coffee

He was the only one left

He thought of his friends,

The times when they sat at that very table

Together

And smiled

For the first time in days.

For he knew

That he would be seeing them very soon…

And five years passed.

Three old friends

Sitting around the table

Drinking coffee

But this time

It was not the old man and his friends

It was their sons.