Wednesday, March 18, 2009

ode to chairs

I sit by the door
Contemplating my departure
Contemplating your arrival

I sit by myself
Thinking about life
Thinking about you

I sit by a tree
Wanting to melt into it
Wanting to be a part of you

I sit by a baby
Awing its cuteness
Awing my incline to you

I sit by you
Needing to love you
Needing you to love me. 

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