Late Table for Two

Crooked candle

short glass, slow melt

You stir sugar in your coffee

like you’re tasting how I felt

Sideways laughter

napkin notes, half true

Every question that you dodge

sounds like “I miss you”

Late table for two

but the night got here early

All these empty chairs listening in

You trace the rim of that cup

till my name comes out blurry

Are we strangers again, or almost friends?

Late table for two

and we’re dancing around the truth

Your watch flashing

last train, last call

You say “we were just too young”

but you don’t sound sure at all

That old story

spilling drop by drop

If I lean in any closer

I won’t know how to stop

Late table for two

but the night got here early

All these empty chairs listening in

You trace the rim of that cup

till my name comes out blurry

Are we strangers again, or almost friends?

Late table for two

and we’re dancing around the truth

Maybe this time

we don’t rewind

Just let the record fade

Or maybe this time

we change one line

and stay

Late table for two

but the night feels less heavy

Every sip sounds almost like “begin”

You reach across all the ghosts

hands a little unsteady

Are we strangers again, or almost friends?

Late table for two

and you say, “I still choose you”