the other place setting

the other place setting

 

 

sleeping crudely

immersed in chicanery 

 

I dream I am touching you

under the table

 

then wake,

sipping on my hangover

 

noticing I am embracing

the air that once held your scent

 

but your chair is empty

and still hungry...

 

I spill my drink

on an empty stomach

 

and an emptier heart.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/11/2020

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Gosh this is so scene descriptive of someone mourning their loss of love, drowning in alcohol and noticing the places, habits. everyday things she used to fill arte now empty and vacant. Powerful, sad poetry Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John,
j.

[AJNJ]

Those dreams can be so overwhelming at times!
Its sad when we wake up empty, the chair and the heart and one makes an effort to fill an empty stomach with a drink to feel fuller. Very relatable for me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, AJNJ....sorry you can relate so well, never fun.
j.

[AJNJ]

You are welcome dear sir.

[Neville]

this could very easily have been written for me and someone I once knew .. here you have captured the very essence of what it means to miss someone and the vacuum their physical remoteness or their absence leaves behind ..

I know of course that others will inevitably come along and feel the same thing .. while others still something quite different maybe .. but for now, this is for me and a special some one, I once knew ...thank you jacob

N :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for understanding and sharing, Neville,
j.