The Table We Came Home To

Emma · May 21, 2025

The dining table in the penthouse.
Outside the window, the bridge lights still blurred softly in the dark.

Two people who had walked home.
They slipped off their matching shadows of moonlit sandals,
and sat down in front of the meal Emma had quietly prepared —
and Yu held the simple fact of having come back here
for a moment, letting it settle.

The steam from the soup swayed
as if gently wrapping the day's events inside it.
The café au lait jelly was a little sweet, a little tender,
and it did what it needed to do —
turned the air between them into a calm night.

More than any exchange of words:
the sound of dishes,
the rising steam from tea,
Emma's slightly flustered glance.
That was the whole record of today.

"On days when you've said too much,
silence becomes a kind of feast."