My Table 

Only two plates at my dinner table 

Hers and mine

Her presence is always welcomed and I feel like half of my life might be missing when she’s gone 

I’ll wait 

Until she comes back 

I swear every car going by might pull in to my driveway 

Surprise a gift of hearing her say she’s spending the night 

And I’ll take it but I prefer her spending her life. 

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