Faye Sizemore

TABLE FOR TWO

They were sitting alone
At a table for two
She, white-haired
He, white-haired too
With a cap that read
“Veteran Of WWII”
I watched them awhile
Seeing them talk
And seeing them smile
And I thought how it would be
If he had never returned
To the Land of The Free
Not smiling, nor talking
She might be sitting alone
Maybe still mourning
The man who never came home