The table set for four
with beautiful napkins folded
No this not my story
The planning done for two
all in one calendar
No this is not my story
The hands chasing each other
under blue skies
No this is not my story
The reassured glances to each other
in loud gatherings
No this not my story
You will find me standing alone
mostly smiling to myself
You will see me singing alone
mostly off tune and content
You ask me if that makes me lonely
for napkins, calendars hands and glaces
I will laugh and tell you
We are all alone in the end
Loneliness doesn't bother me
neither do spontaneous decisions
Crackling on fire dancing unabashed
enjoying a story made for one
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