Table for Two

Is the table set for two? I’ve been alone for far too long so if my glances fall your way I’m searching for words to say  I’ve been broken, beaten, crushed, and lied to even My heart is heavy from the scars I wear but  If you’re going to meet my gaze I’m going to raise my glass.  I can’t ask you not to You can’t promise me you won’t change your mind as time moves on but  At this table set for two I’m grateful to dine with you.

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Dreaming of Dragons

That night you opened my chest and my heart poured out I asked you a question “Do you like dinosaurs or dragons?”  Our talk went to dinosaur bones and the falsehood of the brontosaurus We didn’t know better We know better now  The giant asteroid that made its scar not too far from Cancun ripples on the land and shocked into quartz  All the patterns we know the rules we make of the framework of our past piecing together the artifacts  The facts don’t change but our understanding does to shape those bones into the stories we tell  Back then, we didn’t know better We know better now.  But that doesn’t keep us from dreaming of Dragons

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Ocean In a Stone

I watched her like an ocean trapped in a stone cracked open evaporated alone  How could a stone contain the source of an ocean turned desert?  Does the ocean anticipate how much she will evaporate? or is she a collection of tears buying her time in the sun lifting from the center of the stone until it dries and the desert appears  Her parched lips crack their smile in anticipation  for the moment she is lifted from the center of the stone  unafraid unalone  Left in the remainder of nothing  but vapor

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State Lines

Remember when you called me in Fort Wayne? Three states between us    and you wanted to hop a plane Telling me things would change There was such a need in me to make believe. So I gave it another go    and drove back to Buffalo. As the miles rolled over    you promised you’d get sober. Even as the landscape changed          You never did. Was it something I said? Was it something I missed? It was the way you screamed when you found out about New Orleans that shattered my need to make believe.…

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