An empty table:

the debris of a school reunion –

liquid rubies glistening

in half empty glasses.

It was a good evening,

the first time we’d met

Since we left so long ago.

Much has changed in our lives,

yet nothing has altered.

Fatty Simon is still fat and bossy,

Romeo Brown still pursues

All blondes in skirts.

I marvel at the stamina

And capacity of old Brian

To sink his drinks

whilst I, sipping spring water,

still remain colourless,

Aimlessly pursuing hopeless dreams.

© Verica Peacock