The Chair

I sit across the table,
rehearsing every line I've come here to say.
Moments from now, my heart will spill
and I will tell you things you've wished to hear.
My heart's in my throat and a shiver runs down my spine.
My nerves are restless, does this place have some wine?

Focus.

Practice.
"Hi, I love you." No.
"Hi, I know I've taken too long to say this, but, I really like you" No.
"I love you"
Uggh!
Calm down.

I stare blankly at the chair, you're a little late, I'm grateful.
Closing my eyes, hoping the waiters don't think me crazy.
I think about you and about me. And that I've finally come to this day,
To the day I'm ready to declare my love for you.
Butterflies.
Where are you?

"Can I have some wine please"

You've waited so long for me, whats 30 minutes for me to wait for you, right?
Thanks for always being there.
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No thanks for leaving that chair empty today.
"Waiter, keep the change"