Oh empty chair

Out on

The front porch,

How you

Rattle me.

You are a

Constant reminder

Of how lonely

The House

On the Hill

Has become.

That my home

Is haunted

By a

Heartbroken Ghost,

Who looks

Remarkably

Like me.

You are a

Throne

Without a

Queen.

The King

Wanders

His castle

Aimlessly,

More a jester

Than the

Rightful owner

Of the crown.

How long

Will you

Remain there,

Rocking

In the

Summer breeze?

I wish

I knew…

Will someone

Ever make use

Of you again?

I cannot handle

The idea

Of that

Chair

Remaining

Forever empty…

Just like

My heart.