Dinner each day
The time slowly passes
Four round plates
Two pairs of glasses
Together each day
Never unfurled
Sharing what we had to say
About the world

When summers heat
Was too much to handle
Or when we sheltered from a downpour
No matter the world outside
Each day there was dinner for four

Breakfast on Sunday
10 o’clock
Four round plates
Bagels and lox

The time quickly passes
As the weekend descends
Grapes as green as the grass is
Breakfast ends

Our focus splits off
And lends
To our separate ventures
But every day, still together in the end

In summer together at the beach
In fall as the days slowly get more dark
In winter as the holidays come and go with a screech
And spring among the flowers at the park

Together, independent
Of the season we’re in at the time
As our life as four
Transcends every rhyme

For 4,768 days
Where we’d thrived as four
The number I’d come to love
And adore

Until one day
Breakfast came again
On a Saturday
The month after May

A moment my mind
Never imagined would be captured
As I watched the number four
Fracture

Now breakfast and dinner are different
A much different tone
Though three people sit down
It feels innately alone

Two different places
We go back and forth
One is our real home
But now they both feel like remorse

The love that’s between us
Still stays the same
But fractured like glass
Of an old picture frame

And some moments of bliss
Are still here like before
But I can’t help but reminisce
Of when we were four