We pass the wine to one another,
 sipping slowly the bits of each others’ lives

She said, I’ll never leave
 She raised her eyebrows and said,
 sometimes I’d like to

She bears bruises from her son
 She scraped her knee when she fell,
 as painful as the week had been
She is so lonely
 She wonders if these feelings wait for her
Around the table, between the bites of bread
 we chew on each others’ words
She can shock each time, without trying
 She is compassionate, without fail
 She is forever romantic, without resolve
 She dreams, without confidence
 She speaks without caution
In the presence of the crumbs and broken promises
 drops of wine and life spilled out
 We give thanks for communion at the table