Measures.

The day after you absconded
We sat at a table through habit.
As the clock struck eat
Many families did so with much gusto.

I turned to your chair as I was wont to do
Through habit and your seat was suddenly empty.

I was sat there with that empty chair
That there and then I realised
Would never weigh your mind again.

We eventually left that table...
But the chair is always with us and just for you
I have reupholstered it many times.
Now I have the measure of it.

It's quite a good fit indeed sir!










Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-10-21 at 23:56

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Rob Graber
Interesting write!

Line 5 wants "wont"--an excellent word choice here I think.
2008-10-22