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Favorite Song

Her table is the one in the corner near the stage

It’s a place where all you see, feel and hear

is the throbbing pulse of the music.

Her gin and tonic arrives without a gesture

A suitors retreats like a chastened court jester

I know the tune she is waiting to hear

The longer I hold out the longer she’s near

I had written the music the words were hers

The kind of collaboration that love alone confers

Then she’d hurt me

                                    A cut so deep so real

She’s asked to be forgiven

                                    I know in time I will

For now I have our favorite song

                                    To help the wound to heal