The Table I Built

I set the table with all I had —
Skill in my hands, fire in my plans,
Plates full of effort, cups of intent,
A feast of everything I meant!

I offered it freely — no hidden cost,
But you turned away, or barely glossed.
No hunger for what I brought to share,
No respect for the weight I carried there!

So, I cleared my seat, I took my place,
Left silence sitting in my space.
No fight, no plea — just quiet retreat,
As absence spoke where I would compete!

Now from afar, I watch it fall —
An empty table cannot feed at all.
And where I once stood, steady and able,
You learn too late what built that table!