Our Time

I traced your arms

as you laid spread out

on the Sunday paper

Looked like

the crime scene

of an angel ghost

I heard the gate clatter

to on the elevator

I wrapped myself

up in it like

a cold beef roast

Fell asleep

was cooked medium

and placed

on a dining room

table in Brooklyn

Before an older couple

surrounded by family

and friends

so wonderful and kind

I flashed back to you

giving dollars

to homeless men

down in the bowery

Not before

they convinced you

it was for sandwiches

and not for wine

I just could never

convince you baby

This was our time

This was our time

This was our time

Now your feeding me fabulous

Chinese takeout

on the dampened bed sheets

Our last supper so you might say

I woke up in a cold sweat

and realized we'd never cooked

one meal together

You always said,

"Why bother?"

with the cuisines of the world

laid at our feet here everyday

Then I thought

of our first date

back in Nashville

We shared the pupu platter

you enjoyed it with such gusto

I took it for a sign

We would have many happy meals

together in a warm dining room

somewhere maybe even

Brooklyn

That was way back then

and I was just another guy

with food on his mind

But this

baby this was our time

This was our time

This was our time

This was our time

What did you have

In mind?

This was our time