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The Empty Chair

The empty chair,
suddenly dusty upon exit,
desolate only seeking something other
than solitude.

The empty chair,
a ding, a nick, a scratch,
means nothing when alone,
seeks the table.

The empty chair,
the warm mahogony, the carved initials, the cushioned back,
maintains composure without.

The empty chair,
beckons a better life, beckons a purpose, beckons life
with no significance when no one's in it.

The empty chair,
a grandfather, an owner's pet, a faraway friend,
alone at an empty table.

The empty chair,
me, you, strangers,
all of us.

We all have empty chairs,
We all are empty chairs,
We all carry empty chairs in our hearts,
We all carry empty chairs in our minds,
We all have empty chairs for hearts.

The empty chair,
suddenly dusty upon exit...