From 'The Designated Mourner' by Wallace Shawn (don't recall where the pic came from)

Judy (to the audience):
Then one day there was a funny postcard with a picture of an outdoor restaurant--no salutation, no signature. (She reads) "In a very pretty garden, I ate lunch without you today. At a wobbly table with a thin rose crawling bent and unbalanced out of a tiny vase, I ate an egg and didn't think about you."