Looking at the empty chair

I wonder who was sitting there.

 

Where are the bums of yesteryear

who warmed that seat? They should be here.

 

Why did they choose to stand and go

somewhere else?  Do they even know?

 

I'd like to meet them, one by one,

to ask them where, and why, they've gone.

 

 

 

First published in Snakeskin 217, April 2015.