The Empty Chair. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The Empty Chair.

Here I sit and look at the empty chair,
where once you sat my dear.
It is so really lonely,
so hard to hold my tears.

It was so really lovely,
when we used to chat away.
Now I find it very hard,
to fill up my days.

I am forever thinking,
reminiscing of past times.
I read my daily newspaper,
as the hall clock chimes.

Everything feels different,
it will never be the same.
My heart is totally broken,
but no one is to blame.

My one last wish,
is to join you.
I am waiting for that day.
When two empty chairs remain together,
And the loneliness has gone away ❤

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) 20220126

Painting: The Empty Chair,1947.
Charles Spencelayh (British,1865-1958) .