Keep the Good Plates

You took the couch on Saturday We left the plates till moving day The ones we saved for better nights Still waiting in their paper whites I nearly packed my hunger too Then set the table just for one Keep the good plates Use them today Life doesn't wait For someone to stay I cooked the meal you never liked And let the candles burn all night My sister came with cherry wine We talked until the morning light Keep the good plates Use them today Life doesn't wait For someone to stay A chipped blue rim, a little gold They're mine to use, not mine to hold For some imagined perfect day I ate the last sweet bite awake Keep the good plates Use them today Life doesn't wait For someone to stay I washed them slow and dried them clean Tomorrow I will use them again