The Chair

The Chair

Dark, tall and regal

You are turned in his writing poise today

And has caught my eyes yet again

Even the beauty of the heavenly hymns

Could not stop me from remembering him

You carry his presence though he’s moved on

And has said you no longer belong to him

Yet each time I see you

I see him yet again seated on you

Legs outstretched and staring

drawing me into his eyes again

with soft twinkles that says, “let’s go home”.

 



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