The Table
for so long i've sat at a table
a table i thought was right
it was all id known
but one day
i was invited to a new table
it was different
it was warm
and comfortable
i felt seen
i didn’t have to hide who i was
or hide who i love
i could be me
but i can’t stay at that table
not for too long at least
my old table comes calling and i must return
at least for the next two years
after that time is up
i am free
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