Walk a mile

Perspective

I saw two chairs, a matching set,
a pair, just like we used to be.
They sat alone, apart, offset,
a dark and stark analogy.

They called to me, those empty seats,
that spoke of loss and past defeats,
and even as light left the day,
I found I could not walk away.


Rispetto. Written 17 September 2017.

First place in Pond Poetry (March 2018)