The Kitchen Table …
Joe found herself sitting alone
at the kitchen table …
Pondering so many
things that have made
up her life
The kitchen was always
the center of everything
during her growing up
Yet…
now it is quiet…
empty…
no one left for sharing…
for loving…
for laughing…
How would things
have been different
had it not been for
that one horrible
night twenty years
ago…
The night her
world died…
her life changed
forever…
always…
Her hands trembled
and her fingers
traced the lines
along the envelope
flap … pondering
Was this letter
some joke …
some metaphysical
trick of the time
space continuum
Slowly, she placed
the envelope face
down on the table
and…
nudged it under
the opposite
place mat …
the place mat where
no one sits
yet…nothing has
changed since
that night
If she is meant
to read whatever is
inside …
it will be there when
or if…
she decides she has
the strength to
run her right
index finger between
the flap and the
envelop breaking
the seal…
unleashing what
is waiting for her
good … or … evil
© 2015 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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