Vol 11, Num 10 :: 2012.05.11 — 2012.05.24
Never was a chair so empty
She said.
Never was a bed so lonely.
They sat around the table
Smiles pasted in place.
Don’t look to me.
The glue will fail.
My face will crack;
Tears will leak from
Every crevice and
I’d hate to spoil the
Party. I’d hate to
Break the mood. I
Don’t want your pity.
Don’t make me find
My voice and share
Words with you.
I don’t know
What will come out
Because never was a
Chair so empty.
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