There is an empty seat at the table of my heart,and
the glorious feasting of my soul has come to an end.
My mind works hard to clean up the mess left behind
by the wonderful guest that has vacated my life.
There is an empty glass of wine left upon the table
of my saddened heart,and a torn piece of meat
lies upon the dusty floor of my shattered soul.
The sweet desserts of my life have become moldy,
and crushed into the dust.
For you have unceremoniously left the joyous dining
hall of my love behind.
Donavon Scott Vinson