The Vacant Chair

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But, today is a gift…it’s why its called the ‘present’.

The chair in my heart has started to gather dust
For it has not been sat on since you left to warm
The bed of some lucky guy who’s hinges have not rusted
To the point that they could not be trusted to hold
The full weight of your soul that’s whole in your body.

The chair in my heart has started to gather dust
Fast accumulating since last you sat on it
To warm with body as well as wiles of women
You used to seduce me into out of its desk
Pull it slowly out for you, just so you could sit.

But you tired and left it in a state vacant
Of your touch and the support it had to give you.
The chair in my heart has started to gather dust
Since you left, so sit in it by myself I must.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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