chairs

we sat here once, and talked about
our troubles, and the weather,
and we would do the same again,
if we were still together

but love can go out like the tides,
and leave us empty chairs,
and thoughts of how we’re told we ought
to always be in pairs —-

for love’s a thing within, beyond,
that devastates to lose;
but better to be true to self
than lie to stay
in twos

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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