On and On

Delicate, like the first snow.

They tell me winter’s approaching oh so fast this year.

But the leaves are falling later than they ever have. 

You and me, we sit across.

Discussing how we go and how we pass.

When the tables are turned we always see eye to eye.

*Just lay on this ground with me.

If the night sky should cast a shadow on us, we’ll be OK.

When the stars say hello, we will shut our eyes,

and know we were truly alive. 

Tangled under these tables,

feet that have walked for miles and miles.

The stories we tell will be passed on, on and on.

On and on and on.

You can leave if you want.

Just promise me that you’ll be back so soon,

and you’ll be the one that I once knew and I love

and have coffee with, on Wednesday afternoons.

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