There is a blank piece of paper
Crumpled up
Into a ball

It’s at the bottom of the garbage
In the room
Across the hall

You can find it buried far
Beneath the pile of black and white

Failed attempts to write a love song
Instead of what I said tonight

On this paper is the chance
To make the battles
Fade away

Take it out and fix the wrinkles
That started recently
To fray

If I could take this piece of paper
Down the hall
And in the trash

I would write a single word
To take away
The recent past

There is a blank piece of paper
That shows the bottom of her heart

And I’ll write love where it had ended
So that I’ll have a place to start