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