Empty Chair
Will you ever come to talk
Like we used to, face to face?
Or it looks like endless baulk?
Shrouded in saving grace
You prefer to seize each day
Like a ball falls in the pocket
Expectations fit the game
And you never think to talk it
But if only you would listen
A tad closer to the birds
Not a sound you find missing
They are chirping all the words
And their language, full of vowels
Decorates the morning air
While you watering the flowers
Moving out the empty chair
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