The Empty Seat

You are the empty seat beside me
at the table full of friends.

You are the no one to look for
after the party ends.

You are the phone call which
can’t be made.

You are the unanswered cry
as the nightmare fades.

My constant companion
what would I do without you?

Over and over your presence
I choose.

My lovely spot so empty
and you
never fail
to be there for me.