Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Just Like Always

The steady grace of an empty chair,

unwavering in its loyalty

to all you hope for unto death,

may creak and sigh under your expectations

but never complain of remaining empty

lo, all these years.

Just like in a van Gogh,

longing for company and anxious for Jerusalem,

its negative space mute witness

to all that never was.

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