An empty chair. (( poem. -- i like this one ><!! ))

A chair.

A chair...

A chair.....?

Excuse me sir.. Do you have a moment to spare?

I have a memory, it's eating at me with flare.

I can't quite place it, but truly, I am in disguise.

I'm mad and I'm sad and I'm lost and I'm hurt.

I sit alone, at my table after work.

A single plate where there should be two, 

An empty chair, that should be for you.

Silence fills the air.

I see it each night, sir, I do, I do.

Untouched. 

And unmoved. 

No footsteps in the hall, no voice from a call,

As it waits, Forlorn. 

Yet the air feels heavy, as a coldness clings to the seat.

As if someone's still there,

Their absence is more haunting, than any ghost's despair.

Time ticks, but here it waits.

A presence not quite gone - the chair shifts,

the shadows stretch,

something...

someone.......

is still holding on.