An Empty Chair Poem by eric parungao
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…
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5/14/2024 1:02:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
no one is alone here No chair is empty, good write, thanks. Please read my poems.