empty seats

It was a devotion I had. I could feel everything, and with that I kept consuming. I know it was real, and it felt as if we were the same being. Every room I’ll walk into now, I look for him there. Truthfully, I was a fool to fall that way. I couldn’t fit myself into the person he could really love.

I begged you to stay. You’ve told me for months now that you’ve enjoyed the recent sunlight. I said it how it was. I told you how I loved you.

I wait for you to fill the empty seat next to me here. I watch the door now more than I’ve ever before. I wait. I fix my hair. I part it in different ways you commented you’ve liked before. I adjust it back to the middle part before my eyes lock back the doorway that you won’t come through. I search filled rooms for you. How could you live on when there is someone in this world who aches for you? You brush your teeth with no thought of me. You’re stuck looping on her silken shoulders, while I meet the doorway again and again.