Sitting Where You Used To Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

I sit where you used to
When we were friends.
I breathe where you used to
Where everything ends.

The cushions you sat against,
The uncomfortable couch,
The coffee stain on the table,
Your smile on my mouth.

The things I remember
Sitting where you used to;
Feeling numb and tender
Sitting where you used to;

And trying not to cry
Sitting where you used to;
Just hoping that time goes by
Sitting where you used to.

(Itajaí - 29/05/14)