A Warm Seat

-fragments of what we once had...- Comments are much appreciated!

A Warm Seat

I sit on that chair,

the one you just sat on.

You can’t see me -

you’ve just gone to

pour some coffee,

or is it tea?

The remnant of your warmth

embraces me,

like how you never do anymore.

And I close my eyes in its cocoon,

like how I never do anymore.

Slinkingly, worse than a thief,

I steal your warmth.

So often we find the other person gone,

leaving behind only a warm seat.

And to save its warmth

from fading,

we hastily, anxiously superpose our own’s.

On that nonchalant chair.