I keep staring
at your empty chair
I remember you sat
right across from me
I keep wishing
you would just
materialize
right in front of me
I can’t make it
through one more night like this
one more bereft of dreams
I can’t take
another day like this
Why are you apart from me?
I keep staring
in this empty mirror
hoping I too
will disappear
I’ll keep staring
at this empty chair
hoping you
will reappear.
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This reminds me of a painting I saw many years ago, can’t remember the artist, but it depicted a lone chair in the corner of the room across from a mirror. It was painted in all grays, just like this poem.
Unlike your usual poem, simple and sort of unsalted, if that makes sense…
Unsalted – I like that!