the candle flickers
upon the tables center
its light painting shadows
across this empty room
Sitting at the table
are two chairs
one full, one still yet empty
was not the clues set in place
could she not see inside
has she yet passed by
uncertainty blurs the mind
the restaurant still open
its sign reads come in take a sit
i swear I left a note
it was place somewhere
we both could see
if not for hope, one would check and see
but with the passing moments hope slowly pulls from me
like the men who has taken the chair away
to add an accompanying sit
did she look could she see
the thoughts linger like fog
leering across the mountains
to stand up to walk away
to have never know
what may happen
so with a rose and a napkin
composed this note
left it, upon the table
with eternal yours and waiting
etched in to the chair beneath me