Gone but not Forgotten

The bistro echoes, now abandoned and still

A apparition of memories, a anxious to fulfill

The tables and chairs, all in their place

But the amusement and chatter, now gone after trace.

The balm of food, now a abroad scent

A admonition of days, now time spent

The band of friends, now a memory

A anxious for the past, it's a allotment of me.

I bethink the trays, accumulated aerial and neat

The sandwiches, soups and treats

The babble and laughter, that abounding the air

Now silent, a void, above repair.

I absence those days, of aggregate plates

And bushing our stomachs, not our hates

For the memories of lunchtime fun

Will consistently be cherished, and bloom.