Your not there,
your not there!
just an empty chair,
pushed against the wall,
between the fireplace
and kitchen door.
This absence; not unexpected,
till now my mind contested reality,
what did I expect to see, the
permed white hair, feet resting
on the Queen Anne stool.
When others grieved I had no
empathy to share, which was cruel,
but only because I believed
that you would be there
sitting in your chair.