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The Empty Chair
The Empty Chair
All the thoughts we never
made real,
all the words and the dreams
we steal,
make no illusion out of an
empty chair...
your life is nowhere to be found,
the voice in my head remains
the merest echo of you...
as the dust settles, and the
windows give their midnight
moan...
I remember you moving
through the darkness near
the bed,
the sheets forget the picture
of you there
sitting in the empty chair...
The night makes deliberate
noises...just to confuse,
memories of you made
into mimicry...
they unite to defeat hope,
and visions of you sitting in the empty chair...
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(c)pjm 2.9.04
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Morgue
Morgue
The room is full
emptiness overflows everywhere,
washing against the walls as
silence forever contained by my presence.
The slab supports you,
holds you in its grasp,
I can’t set you free,
the sheet is so much stronger than I am.
You were moving only yesterday,
making space for your bright
light...
but now the shadows hold sway.
Of course your eyes are closed,
frozen still at the final breath,
all life a vanquished dream,
escaping beyond my touch...
Do you see the white walls watching?
Can you taste the sterile scents rising?
There should be two people here,
but there’s only one...
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(c)pjm 2.9.04
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