The Chair Poem by Chris Embrick

I'm sitting here beside her
Like I love her today
But as long as she was living
My heart was never free
I shake their hands one by one
Not knowing what to say
But these tears are not for her
Everyone of them's for me.

They say her death was tragic
No way for love to end
But our love ended long ago
Dying with our youth
So I took the chair beside her
When they rolled her in
Pretending to be broken hearted
To keep them from the truth.

I'll just tell the undertaker
Someone's coming late to grieve
And to keep the chair beside her
When all the family leaves
And leave the casket open
As long as he can
I'll be gone when the last guest arrives
I know he'll understand
He'll need some time with her
And so it's only fair
The one she really loved
Should be sitting in this chair.