Empty Chair Poem by Randy McClave

I use to worry daily because of her
Wherever that we went or wherever we were,
Seems like of me she was always ashamed
And in her dictionary I was always unnamed.
But, of her I was always so very proud
Whether alone or in a crowd,
And I enjoyed it when people looked and did stare
As she sat next to me in a chair.

I enjoyed taking her out to eat
And friends I always enjoyed to greet,
But, I wasn't allowed to introduce her to them
That was her request, her whim.
And I wasn't allowed to tell anyone that we were together
Never, ever, never,
And before we ate I always first said a prayer
As she sat next to me in a chair.

At my home we sat and we watched t.v
On the couch together it was just her and me,
We talked about our life together a lot
And she told me how lucky she had got.
She held my hand and we always kissed
As she would always desire and want and insist,
But, if her family happened to be there
She would want to be alone in a chair.

"I am just going to leave you"
I didn't know what else to think or say or do,
Those thoughts kept crossing into my soul and mind
Because she was truly mean and uncaring and unkind.
I found that by her I was being tricked and was being used
That's why I felt so lost and sad and very confused,
But, no longer do I need to worry or care
Because over there is now an empty chair.

Randy L. McClave