Don't Ask Who Left

There's a chair still warm and a glass still sweating
A coal in the tray with a little red heart
Don't ask who left. He left like a gentleman
Which is to say he knew when to start

I didn't cry. I ordered the same thing
I let the smoke write his name in the air
Then I waved it off like a waitress
And I sat down like I still lived there

The piano player looked once and went quieter
That's the kindest thing a stranger can do
I tipped him in silence and a half-smile
And I let the night be true

I can miss a man and still finish the glass
I can miss a man and still light the next
Missing ain't a wound if you don't pick it
It's just a empty chair you don't let wreck