Equal parts complex and simple, they can be served empty or full. Some fill them with passion, which leave aching lips with a fiery tingle. Others sincerity, which always tastes sweet.

They leave us gasping when stuck in the fearful purgatory that lies between heart and throat, and cause us to choke when laced with desperation.

Some dips them in hope, coloring them with their ideals,while others drop them in hopelessness, watching them disintegrate in their tears.

Most serve them to company, with the hope they will savor them, and with a quiet prayer they will treat our gift with the respect it deserves.

“You’ve got to learn to leave the table. When love’s no longer being served”.” 
― Nina Simone