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just sitting there...
overflowing with air
yet empty...
a seat...
a back...
and four legs...
all empty...
empty like my heart...
sitting here in its sac...
all of us empty
because you're gone...
gone to where we know not...
leaving us here
all alone at the table
round and bare...surrounded
by an empty heart
and chair...sitting all alone...
my being
is like an empty table
set only with love...
yet covered
with place setting
of agony...
accompanied with knives
and forks of pain...
staring
at a lonely and empty chair
looking at me...
the dining room of love
is so full of
picturesque memories...
yet empty
of the fragrant scent
of the love
that once filled
the surrounding air...
filling all
the lingering emptiness
here...
together i sit here
at the table
with an empty chair...
missing and wishing
you were there
sitting in my heart's empty chair
filled with loving despair:
in the fullness
of all this emptiness
we miss you...
