Conversation to an Empty Chair
I stare across from where you were once,
Wondering if there was any way to make you stay.
I loved you, you know, aggrivatingly vulnerable
As you were.
But you didn't let me reach you, see what I saw
And I am angry that you decided to leave.
Gone in such a permanent way.
If you could see how many people loved you,
Wanted the best for you,
Showed you what a star you were,
You would have kept going, I'm sure.
Made me laugh with your little jokes.
Yes you did.
Didn't think you had that kind of humor
Much too young for that, you see.
Even in silence, you spoke volumes.
Comforting just by your presence.
Knowing that you were listening.
Just not understanding, I see that now.
I wish I'd seen that sooner.
Now, I'm stuck with an empty chair for company.
Smoking and drinking and missing you.
Not enough alcohol and tobacco in the world
To make me forget you.
And the only thing I want in life
I can't have.
To tell you, "I love you" one more time.
Dammit, Jay, I miss you and I'm angry with you.
Just want to say "Peace and Love" once more to you.
There are reasons I'm taking medication. They're called "other people." - Me, displaying my anti-social tendancies