The Chair - Poem by Brian Aji
Never was there such an empty chair that made me remember as I stare.
Now that you're gone, I look at that chair, and never before has it looked so bare.
And now so I stare, my eyes fixed on that chair, remembering the memories that occurred there.
Because that chair now is bare, I am aware I now stare in solitaire.
But yet, I'll keep on staring at that chair.
And soon enough...I'll see you there.
In your chair.
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