Left Over - Cecile McLorin Salvant

I wonder if he knows

how much I care for him

and though I laugh and shake my head

his hands hands on mine are all

I know

of love

of love

of love

I wonder if he

even knows my name

my name between those lips

or on that toungue

would make me lose what ground I’m on

what ground I am on

to see him smile

the way he smiles

when she’s near

to get what’s left over

his surplus of love

and I know it’s strange

sometimes I wish to hold her near

to press her cheek

with gratitude

saying thank you

for his smile you brought

for I am incapable

I wonder is he knows

how much I care for him

and though I laugh and shake my head

his hands on mine

are all I know

of love

of love

of love