Should there be no trace

should there be no trace of us
here at this brewpub table

should there be no trace of you here,
or of your car parked here

should there be no trace here
of your drunken tears and terrors

and should there be no trace
of you, on my bedsheets next to me

I’ll trace the line
and I’ll memorize it

I’ll trace the line
because the other night
I fell in love with you

I’ll trace the line
so I can’t forget you

I’ll run on the line
and make my way
as far away as I can
from you

I’ll run on the line
fearless
I’ve nothing to lose
now since you’ve left