That Table Could Tell

Wooden and antique, sturdy and strong
He stood between two, has done so for too long
this table that's seen too many young lovers
has heard every romantic line, and spontaneous song
he watches as the new pair comes along
doomed or lucky, he's still to predict
what had Fate chosen for these two, were they his lucky pick
He's always been a silent witness to those shy gazes and sweaty palms
he knows of their nervous looks, jitters and qualms
He's heard too many young men speak their heart
he's heard those 'I love you's and 'till death do us part'
he's see the young women being swept up by charm
he's watched them leave arm in arm
He smiles at their retreating selves
knows he'll see them again soon
problem being, he isn't sure if that's a curse or a boon
He knows, he's seen it all too many times
they keep coming back with new reason and rhymes
they make it their spot, their table of choice
they share intimate affectionate words, all in a hushed voice
and he watches closely, knows exactly the moment when
a little suspicion, causes the trip to the end
and the journey is slow, torturous and slow
every new date, they keep needing more
more assurances, more words to explain
why they feel so much spite and disdain
until one day, hushed voices seem to ring in their ears.
a sudden need to hurt and bring tears
Their own voices are loud in their head
speaking the words that remain unsaid
they don't reach across him anymore
to hold hands, or more about the other, to know
Wooden and antique, sturdy and strong
He stood between two, has done so for too long
this table that's seen too many young lovers
has heard every romantic line, and spontaneous song
he watches as the new pair comes along
doomed or lucky, he's still to predict
what had Fate chosen for these two, were they his lucky pick.