empty chair

 


the breath of
the day draws
silent

the beating
of the heart
slows in its
movement

the phone is
still...it does
not ring

the door is
quiet...
no one
knocks

the quiet
and stillness
are a blessing

there is no
need for
conversation

there is no
need for
arguments

there is no
need to
impress
anyone

the sleeping
cat does not
care if he's
not playing

the empty
chair doesn't
complain
about not
being sat
upon

the night
doesn't
concern
itself with
bring dark

it is better
this way...

safer not
to care...

not to
complain

or be
concerned

not to have
the need to
impress
anyone...

not even
yourself