She stared at the faded photograph. Everyone looked so happy. She slightly smiled remembering the
bantering that had taken place before the photo. They were all so young then, so young. No knew what horrible events lay in the future.
Photographs
never changing
never moving
stuck in a moment of
time
remembrances of the
past
the joyful, happy
past
a trip to younger
days
carefree, sunny days
never worrying of
what lie ahead
little cares, if none
at all
friends surrounding
smiling, pushing,
talking, hugging
and the person
that special person
who could light up
your face with a smile
make you laugh and
forget
the incidents of the
world around you
nothing was supposed
to end up this way
all alone at a table
five out of six empty
seats
two dead
two disappeared
one late
not supposed to be
alone
meetings cancelled
people left
scarred inside
forever
with no one to care
not supposed to be
alone
one person sitting at
a table
all alone
no one to talk to
no one to tease
no one to hug
no one to smile at
no one to love
The woman tucked the
photograph back in her purse. She sat
in the booth sipping her butterbeer, her glassy eyes staring at the empty seats
in front of her. Slowly she stood up,
wrapped her scarf around her neck and walked out into the snow covered Diagon
Alley, never once looking back.
