A place met once
out of how many should haves

sitting in silver chairs and searching
for words to say?

I long to change that ending
so I come here every day

and for lightning, pray,
to bring us back to life.

We had it once
when I was freshly distracted

by a pretty devil
I thought could be the one.

Instead there is yet another
empty seat across from me,

on the table
all the time lost between us.