A collection of musings

That empty chair over there

That empty chair over there,

it used to belong to you.

Suddenly memories flood this old place,

memories of your smile and your face.

Why can't everything be the same?

Why can't time just be erased,

back to when, over there,

you were sitting in your chair,

and in this old place,

you were looking at me,

a twinkle in your eyes, and a smile upon your face.

~a.m