tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-3458402012-01-10T14:58:22-08:00poetryA fubar user blog.leftstainedhttp://fubar.com/7170963noreply@fubar.comfubartag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-345840.11679322012-01-10T14:58:22-08:002012-01-10T14:58:22-08:00withthis<p>the candle flickers<br /><br />upon the tables center<br /><br />its light painting shadows<br /><br />across this empty room<br /><br />Sitting at the table<br /><br />are two chairs<br /><br />one full, one still yet empty<br /><br />was not the clues set in place<br /><br />could she not see inside<br /><br />has she yet passed by<br /><br />uncertainty blurs the mind<br /><br />the restaurant still open<br /><br />its sign reads come in take a sit<br /><br />i swear I left a note<br /><br />it was place somewhere<br /><br />we both could see<br /><br />if not for hope, one would check and see<br /><br />but with the passing moments hope slowly pulls from me<br /><br />like the men who has taken the chair away<br /><br />to add an accompanying sit<br /><br />did she look could she see<br /><br />the thoughts linger like fog<br /><br />leering across the mountains<br /><br />to stand up to walk away<br /><br />to have never know<br /><br />what may happen<br /><br />so with a rose and a napkin<br /><br />composed this note<br /><br />left it, upon the table<br /><br />with eternal yours and waiting<br /><br />etched in to the chair beneath me</p>leftstainedhttp://fubar.com/7170963noreply@fubar.com