love is a floating emotion, it settles like dust, yet with even the slightest breath, can be blown away.
You picked up your chair today
Forgotten in my attic
An object for catching the dust and debris
Left by the absence of our love.
You picked up your chair today,
It’s blue upholstery now reminding me of someone new.
Someone not you, as I notice the teal threads
matching the teal of someone else’s corduroy jacket and matching shoes.
You picked up your chair today.
And I knew how you would stand. Sound. Talk.
Like putting on an old pair of gloves,
Left forgotten at the back of your drawers,
Only to be discovered years later,
with moth ridden holes and yellow splotches littering its surface.
You picked up your chair
Dressed in my green. It looks good on you.
Like I always said it would.
How the tables have turned,
Leaving room for the sun to fall.
In the absence of you.
Shadows cast anew
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