I fill the one
next to the empty seat;
I have a view
from here
across
a windswept street.
Birds are swooping,
landing,
snatching up the crumbs
around my feet
The birds know
that I am alone;
they miss you too.
Without you
not one of us
is quite complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great little write - for those of use who care to see this type of seat - is always there