Sophia stands knee-deep in snow
clad in a once-elegant
now raggedy, red-velvet cape
she has occupied that table
no, no, not the corner table
that one is saved for people in love
the other table
the one set for four
when she and Thomas were together
there were never four
just him
just her
him bringing blue sapphire rings
capes of velvet
her carrying hopes, dreams
and laughter
champagne flavored kisses
nights of love so strong it made her hurt
inside and out
but now, tonight
he’s laughing with his wife
and two children
creating a balanced table of four