The table and I were best friends.
The table and I would tell each other everything.
The table was good to me.
The table understood what I was going through.
The table helped me get through the heartache that was caused by you.
One day, I asked the table for advice and did not receive a response.
The table had passed away.
I now talk to myself.
It's not the same.
It's not the same.
© Thomas Joseph Pellegrini
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