The Chair
Footprints have frozen in Winter's hard ground
from a cold angry night when my love fled
into a world of despair and rain
the cabin door is still open...banging
by restless winds that sweep across its wooden floor
where we once danced to music in candlelight
now... covered by dust and dead leaves
from Autumn's demise
the last glow from a setting sun cuts ribbons across a chair
left from a time my heart cannot forget
resting still with the cobwebs of time
once, a hand-carved gift...left as the last symbol
of worthless love
now, it's the last refuge of a broken heart
alone...abandon
here I will sit with my saxophone and play
all the favorite songs we danced to
between yesterday's thoughts and shots of whiskey
before I pull the trigger on my sad life
to leave the chair alone...no more
11/17/18
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2018
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