"Empty Rocking Chair"
(Solitude)


I still hear the swing
Of the back and forth of your push
Feeling the breeze
Of you wearing out the floor with life
Of you sitting there
Through seasons
Now everyday is winter
And the bitter chill is killing me
Empty rocking chair now still
And in this solitude I find myself slipping
In between the contours that once held you
Embracing my frailty
I feel the sadness leaving
With every rock, your embedded presence takes a hold of me
Enchanting me with good memories
And even though tears are falling
I feel the warmth upon me
And as I lie there in my solitude
My eyes begin to feel heavy
Not with burdens but pleasure
Euphoria takes a hold of me
And now, I’m no longer in… my solitude.