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An Empty Chair
No echoing voice of greetings,
No sound of music playing.
No sharing of moving thoughts
No piece of advice that can’t be bought.
No one asked me where I will go
Nor where I had been - it’s just another so…
No another story to be told
No other information to unfold.
This is what I thought when I am alone
Because I am missing you after all
And this is what I do when you’re in my head-level
Just staring on your empty swivel…