The Chair

The Chair

You should be sitting in that chair,

your cup of coffee in hand,

smiling at the antics of the birds,
announcing the coming of the neighbors' cat.

You should be,

but you're not.

I should be sitting here with you,

commenting on the day ahead,

filling you in with our plans.

I should be,

but I can't.

Now my coffee grows cold

while I get lost 

somewhere between those birds

scrambling for seed

and my heart

facing the future

without you.

You should be sitting in that chair.

Everything would be better.

So much better.