Opposite from you at the table we share,
A thing no one can break.
Unreal love that wraps around,
The real love broken years ago.
This is the same table we've sat at,
Since the real love was made.
But the table must have doubled size,
For tonight you seem so far from me.
The distance to you is killing me,
For I know what the distance is,
The distance between you and I,
Says how much you have changed.
Your coffin's brought me as close to you,
As I ever was in your life.
Now I remember what I choose from your life,
Not what I saw each day.
2006-10-24
08:33:00
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