If you didn't want to be with me,
my heart would not turn to wood,
my bones wouldn't turn to ash.
I would still walk and breathe and live and laugh and eat.
I'd still like half and half in my coffee and the smell of new library books.

But oh, it would be sad not to hear your laugh
after telling the story of the scary Jersey girl who caught me looking in her car.
"What's her pwoblem?"
It just wouldn't be the same.
And oh, I'd miss dancing silly with you
to Outkast or the opening credits of The Sopranos.

So I've saved this seat for you.
See your name on the card in pretty font?
It wasn't a party until you got here, really,
just a roomful of people in fancy clothes,
all smiling and nodding and perfectly nice,
and
none of them you.