The table is set in our favorite spot, Stained with the colors of time past, eternal, infinite. Of time that’ll be gone. I see you seated, illusion or not, Don’t know what time it is, Don’t know if you’re gone. If the candle is out, Hour by hour, I’ll light it on in case you come back, in case you are here, in case you won’t. I’m ready now, I’ll wait, rooted to the spot. As time comes, as time is, as time goes.
