Dinner for Two

In a dimly lit room sat a table and two chairs
   Upon the oak table, two candles flickered and flared.
They cast their soft glow upon two plates and two glasses
     The room faintly smelled of ginger snaps and molasses.

Attached to this room, was the kitchen where she cooked
   Currently, she stood, staring down at a book--
But her eyes were worn with years of strain
      The neighbors have already started to wonder if she was still sane.

She hummed to herself, as she stirred the spaghetti
      Tasting the sauce--knowing it was close to being ready.
Her frail gentle voice called out into the empty room
         "Don't worry, darling. We'll be eating here soon."

With the grace of a dancer, the woman gently went through
   The routine of cooking dinner for a family of two.
She got the dish ready. With pride she did glow
      Out into the dimly lit room did she soon go.

No one awaited in the chair but she did not see--
    Continued to hum as she dished out the spaghetti.
A plate for him, with an extra meatball she knew he'd like
     A smaller helping for herself until it felt just right.

She poured out the wine before taking her seat
    Smiled at the empty chair before declaring it time to eat.
Though it was only one fork that rose and fell
       No other sound lingered inside their small dwell

Eventually the plate was cleaned of the dinner
      But the old lady did not move. In fact,looked quite thinner.
Her frail gray hair blew into her face but there was a calm
         Her lips still sparkled from her applied lip balm.

Then the candles blew out and the room was pitch black
     The old lady's soul floated--in looks she did not lack.
Looking like a beauty in her midtwenties, she stared
       Upon her loving husband's soul that sat in the chair.

"Thanks, you always knew this was my favorite dish
     It's been so long darling. It is you I've greatly missed."
He got from the table. His soul now united with his wife
       And together the two made their way into the afterlife.