I see the seat next to you is taken
Is it filled with someone you love?
Excuse me for asking
But……..
Along with those expressions you have that show
I can’t help but notice the space between you is vast
You see I sat in that chair not long ago.
Next to me was always someone from my past
It seems my relationships never did quite grow
Although the chair next to me was always taken
It was always filled with someone, I’d never know
Please excuse me if I am mistaken
But……..
A little knowledge is all I bestow
As you can see, I sit alone
With me I carry an empty chair, I am willing to share
It’s for times such as these
When I hear with a please, is that chair next to you taken?
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.