jackbarnoksyabstract:

That chair was empty of all it could be

that night when I found you alone

standing in the dark, listening for sounds

that would never be heard by you, or me,

could not be felt or heard by us

these sounds from the future

could not speak to us, you, me

they were alive to others, who could dance to their rythymn

but not you, standing in the dark

a dark place that only you could feel

alone, without anyone, without me

that chair was empty of all it could be

when you saw the sun break through those

moments , that you tried to share with me

to tell me that your time was not yet here

“you must wait,please”

no, I could not, it just was not

what I felt, in that time, when we shared everything,

even though we shared all

those things alone

not with each other

that chair was empty of ll it could be

when I saw you, felt you, loved you and knew that all was lost

never to be,

that chair would remain, amid the chaos

of life, solid, steady

it’s shape,  that of time itself

speaking to us

saying” do not return,it cannot be”

“you have chosen wisely”

now go your seperate ways”

“it is what is right, in time and

space”

that chair was empty of all it could be

when we stood together

on that dusty plain and

our hands parted, our eyes cast  down

 ”this is how it must be”

“it is not of our choosing”

but

now

what must be is only,

“goodbye”

jack barnosky

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