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.
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
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
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.…