One Chair
(c) 7/14/74
One Chair at a table
one place setting
a single glass of wine
a lone mind thinking
a solitary heart deeply
weeping
for a love lost forever
A love torn apart by cupid’s
enemies
A love worn and tattered from
giving
and seldom receiving
A love doomed and filled
with the undying
lynching sense
of an angry mob
waiting…to tear your heart
from within you
as it ripped him from your
bosom
A love for real
A love for real
A love that hurts
A king sized bed that holds
no king
to grace its desolate sheets
A lonely woman who needs a
man
Wants a man
but has again slipped beneath
the shroud
A heart exposed
A heart can be broken in so
many pieces
until it ceases to exist
A heart broken even in
one place is broken once to often
A heart healed, hesitates to
reach out into chaos
and chance to be slaughtered
by another of
Cupid’s arrows
One heartbreak is enough for
one who takes so long to recover
For one who wants and needs to
go on living and loving
One, disenchanted woman
Holding a flaming torch for
the wrong man
One chair at a table
One place setting
a single glass of wine
A lone mind thinking
A solitary heart deeply
weeping
for a
love lost forever
forever.
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