EMPTY SOFA AND CHAIR'SThe notoriety of sobriety,
Is never to drink a beer.
Although on special occasions,
I like to have a jar.
I'd raise a glass to you,
To remember wherever you are.
My life has been a purgatory,
Has yours been one too?.
For if that's where you ended up,
I'd go to hell and back for you.
My mind tells me you exist,
Yet my brain tells me you don't.
So why do I remember like I do,
Your an existential part of me,
Like remembering a forgotten kiss.
There's no reason or a rhyme,
Why I would look at an empty chair.
Then start crying all the time,
This seems to be an affliction.
Of my imaginary crazy mind,
I'm almost quite certain.
That you must be,
A phobia of some kind.
What if your looking for me,
In some forgotten universe.
Would that be a Parallax error,
Of a parallel hidden planet;
I'd like to call as earth.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-12-10 at 08:10
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