The Lunch Table

Once upon a time I would walk by our spot and I would see you all there one by one during lunch. We would squeeze into a table, and we would be happy. Then I started going to our spot and even though we no longer had a table, we would still be in the spot. That was all that really mattered to me. Then I would walk by the spot and she was gone because she would rather be with her boyfriend. They left because they would rather hang with their other friends. She moved away and some people just disappeared. Then she moved...and she transferred...she got a boyfriend and he had other places to go. And then they left. And today I walked by that spot...our spot...and I saw no one. And what did I do?

I walked past it, too.