mfh Posted January 17, 2011 Report Share Posted January 17, 2011 (edited) The Empty Chair It's a 24 year old habit Every morning when I awaken, I look across the bed To see if you are there And if you aren't I look Out at your chair Knowing you will be there. That you had gotten up before me And are quietly sitting in your chair Meditating, being still, reading your Bible Quietly waiting for me to awaken Oh, you would have made the coffee Quietly, silently so as not to disturb my sleep. (I never knew how you did that so quietly) But you wanted hot coffee ready when I woke up And that brought you joy Loving me brought you so much joy. But that chair is empty now Every morning when I awaken It is always empty And every morning when I awaken I am shocked And tears fall And another day stands in front of me Like a Mt. Everest I must climb Alone. How do I believe my own eyes Of course, I can and so I say to myself it must be Sunday and you have driven To the gas station To get my newspaper You knew I loved my Sunday paper And having it on my chair When I awoke Made you smile And then, wide awake, the dread hits Just the way it did the day after you died It hits hard and deep...again and again day after day You will never sit in that chair again Never silently make coffee Never sneak out to get me a Sunday paper This can't be true, my love You just can't be gone (But that chair is empty) It has been empty for almost a year now And I, too, Am empty A huge hole exists Inside of me, inside our life together No one can see it but it is always there No matter where I am No matter what I am doing No matter who I am with They think it is mostly gone now Little do they know (Unless they are one of us) But I know And you know It will never go away Tomorrow I will awaken And once again Habit, hope- Will drive me to look at that chair And though I know tonight That it will once again be empty I will see you there Smiling at me Blue eyes twinkling with joy Because I am awake And we can have A simple cup of coffee together Plan our day Talk about our dreams Hug each other tightly And know that we will somehow always Be together Even though that chair …your chair is empty and each morning I will feel tears on my cheeks Feel that awful dread That tells me again and again That you are gone And those tears will flow (I know they will) until my chair, too, is empty © 2011 by mfh Edited January 18, 2011 by MartyT Copyright inserted Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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