I sit across from your chair, now empty, and long for you
The empty chair now laden with meaning
Not just a place to sit, but you, all of you
All of you right there in the emptiness across from me

I sit across from your chair, now empty, and see you there
Your smile, your long hair, your slouch
Will a chair ever be just so, just that, again
How can you still be so present in the absence

I sit across from your chair, now empty, and feel your presence
I hallucinate, I imagine, I remember, what does the word matter
It is limited anyway, it cannot express what you are now
It can only attempt, sure to fail to describe you

I sit across from your chair, now empty, and know you are here
I see you in my neighbors smile, in the words in the snow, in the food basket
I feel you in the wind, in the sunset, in the morning dew
I sense you in the laughter, in the fog, in the rain and the stars

Everywhere

Evening, January 13

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