I’m not ready for you to leave yet.
Though I know the time draws nearer
When you will excuse yourself from the table
And never come back.
Dinner only lasts so long;
Nobody stays forever.
When you got up to use the restroom,
I thought “This is what it will be like.”
But I’m not ready for you to go.
There’s so much more to talk about,
So many things I need to ask,
I need you to see who I’ve become
And be proud, as you always have been.
I’m not ready for this meal to end.
I’m not ready for you to go.
Image is “Terrace of the café on the Place du Forum in Arles in the evening” by Vincent van Gogh