THE LAST TABLE
They stacked the chairs
Except for ours The waiter killed
Half of the lights
Your coffee went cold
An hour ago
Still, neither of us
Says goodnight
You trace a circle
On the glass
I watch the buses
Going past
One last table
One last light
One more minute
Before goodnight
Nothing dramatic
Nothing to save
Just your hand
Halfway to mine Then pulling
away
The kitchen hums
Behind the wall
A taxi slows
Then disappears
You say my name
A little wrong
Like you've been trying
Not to for years
The clock says two
The room says go
I know
You know
One last table One last light
One more minute
Before goodnight
Nothing dramatic
Nothing to save
Just your hand
Halfway to mine Then pulling
away
Maybe love
Doesn't leave
Maybe it changes
Its seat
Moves one chair over
Looks out the window
Orders nothing
And waits
One last table
Morning outside
No more minutes
Left to buy
Nothing dramatic
Nothing to prove You stand up slowly
I do too
Keep the change. I'll walk.