widow andrea the woman walks into the restaurant i know her order already i watch as she sits in her usual chair at her usual table and glances oddly toward the empty chair at her side she pulls it out his ghost sits there her eyes wash over me measuring my grief for her i know the order is cut in half just as her heart was only two short months ago when he left her side so suddenly my attempts at conversation with her leave me fumbling and uncomfortable i can't replace his words but i push in his chair 991217 ... moonshine i was a widow last night in a dream ,bending over a clear running stream... 000618 what's it to you? who go blather from