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The Empty Chair



The day she passed I learned to 
listen to silence staring at
that empty chair off the sight
line from the television you
rewatched your beloved film.


It asks me to sit, watch, do not
let her absence collect dust
on this muted rom-com where we
knew every line in each heart.

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