the chair

It has always been there, with us and you left it with me when you went away.
Three years of condensed memories, all sticking on it like the faint smell of smoke.

I didn't want to let you go, but things had to go on.

I didn't want to leave you but I had to.

I want to be angry at someone, but I can't.

Now when the nights fill me and the thoughts come rushing in, I find myself lost again.

I miss you terribly, take me away. Please.