The Table

I have missed You again today.  Amidst me trying to be Your hero.  I have missed knowing that it is me and You.  All I've known is an us, and feeling as if I bring nothing to the table - table of community leaning on our one-legged humanity, feeling strong and communal, and I think I could turn over this table.  Everyone thinks they have to bring something to it.  I'd watch as all the somethings fly in the air, tumble to the ground, and splatter blood - life and effort.  Why do we put this into these things - very living and life?