The Table That Held Us

 

“The Table That Held Us”

In the humming heart of a crowded food court, two companions sit at a humble table dressed in the remnants of comfort food: shared fries, fast food wrappers, twin drinks clinking in silent cheers. Around them, the world spins—vendors calling, trays clattering, strangers crossing paths. But here, time slows. This isn’t just lunch. It’s ritual. The plates tell of craving, the half-eaten bites of stories in mid-sentence. Their presence glows—not from flash, but from familiarity.

Here is laughter with no audience, conversation with no filter, and a bond that asks nothing but the joy of being beside someone who knows your order before you speak. The food may be simple, but the connection is richly seasoned.

💗 Lovable Quote

“They didn’t dine for luxury—they shared a table where friendship made the meal taste better.”

✨ Poem: 

“A Seat at Their Silence”

A tray between the tangled talk,

Where laughter flickers, soft as chalk.

No candles lit, no linen spread—

Just simple meals and love instead.

The soda fizz, a muted cheer,

Two voices drawing moments near.

The hush around, a lively hum,

Yet they were where the heart feels home.

The crinkle of a wrapper’s fold,

The way their stories gently rolled—

Not polished words, but truth laid bare,

In every bite, in every stare.

And when the food was nearly done,

They stayed until the meal was gone.

For some find peace in quiet pairs—

And some find love in plastic chairs.