Ode to Table

Let me

sit at your

table.

Let the words

of your love

language

spill on 

the red

floor.

Let the mirrors

on the walls

tell the

secrets of 

all the 

reflections

that have

gone

before me.

As I walk

up the wooden

staircase

and jump

on your

feather bed

hearing you

laugh

seeing your

smile. 

Let me

sit at your

table in 

my mind.

For your

no longer

here.

No longer 

alive.

My words

will always

be grateful 

for you.

Without your 

beautiful 

smile.

Without your

beautiful 

table

my words

would 

still be in 

the dark.

When I cant

find 

the words

I sit down

at your

table 

and let

my tears

light up 

the page.

Every letter 

will always

come back 

to you 

and your

beautiful 

encouragement. 

Come 

back to 

you,

Table.