Empty.

Empty chair surrounded by such panoramic  
beauty but you don’t see it . The steps to it are  
insurmountable as grief is insidiously cunning  and infiltrates with reminders of what was and not right beside you .  
 
It has a viper like grip and you dangling from its jaws . It’s relentless in memories and it can’t allow you time out just to recollect your thoughts or peruse your surroundings.  
 
It’s familiar but it’s not you feel old and tired to your bones trying to realise that you haven’t stopped breathing . It feels like it when you are cast out into the new and old and trying to negotiate the transition between spaces of time and those feelings .  
 
You can’t go back although your heart desires it . You can’t go forward’s as you’re in a trap of yesterday’s and all its glory it’s muffled your senses and all your defences. Maybe tomorrow you can sit on that chair and reclaim your throne . It’s just that pain that makes you hesitate.  
 
It’s dropped to your feet and your toes they twitch with such uncertainties can you really make it .So you close the doors as you feel possessed living in the twilight zone . How long can you withstand the past and present when you can’t define beginnings and endings. It’s smudged the lines with charcoal.  
 
That chair is your saviour and your foe its empty but full of love. It’s going nowhere it’s waiting for you with cushions for comfort and arms open wide . It’s your cornerstone you just don’t know it yet . It’s all about time and small steps. He knows way beyond on the other side of town that you may feel his presence and the touch of his hand and let go . You are not taking this journey alone the memories tell you so .