Samantha Freitag Poet Rhyme

The Empty Chair

Oh, love,
My father, my brother, my uncle, my friend, my love

Why must "hello" always end with "goodbye?"
I hold back my tears, making it hard not to cry

But why?
I try and try and try
To understand, but I can't answer the "why."

Your chair is still empty
I can't stand to hear the sympathy

Just the thought of your absence makes me sick
I think on and I say, "What a dirty little trick."

To give and take, and give and take.
To give and give and give, and take and take and take

Oh, why did you go?
To leave people who need you so.

What a horrible trick
To leave the chair without a name to it.

Why can't you come back?
Why can't I demand you come back?

Can't I just say "return"
And you fill that chair where you once were?

No, you are gone forever
Pain and suffering you will feel never

And we have that chair
That chair plucks memories from the air.

Why that chair?
I grow to hate that chair

That chair
Just there

That chair seems to haunt me
Taking all the peace I achieved

Why must we have that chair?
That empty chair

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Jesse Zerlaut March 20, 2025 at 8:12 PM I know you still miss him. That dulling pain is still a reminder from time to time of his absence. It takes strength to fight through the tears and the tremors, the dreams that still include them. I felt your agony in your words, Samantha. I know that feeling, too.