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WHEN THE TABLE TURNS

WHEN THE TABLE TURNS

Someday we’ll sit at opposite ends of the table

You’ll notice everything I have become

As our clothes brush past each other

The scent of my cologne would cast memories

Like one under a spell

Someday, from the other end of the table

You’ll notice the whiteness when I flash a smile

You would recall the silly acts that made us happy

The pettiness that showed I cared

Someday, from the other end of the table

You would crave how we argued and fought

The life we planned, a home to build

How imperfect we were but filled with love

Someday, you will recall how happy you were

As two strangers brush past each other

Grabbing a seat for a table not yours

As I smile to another’s joke

DHESERT CHEQUER

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