Leapt inside the room with my heart on my sleeve,
On that plain chair you sat, your eyes full of grief.
’Can you let me in?’, I asked once, twice
The third time could have been the charmer,
But you looked back at me – dead in the eyes.
’Mmm’, was that a consent?
I looked back to ask,
But looking at me was the absence you left behind.
Stayed up all night, eyes fixed on the empty chair,
’The white stick finished burning,’ I hoped you had been there.
The air still carries your presence,
the potent smoke still lingers.
Lonely me, plain chair,
It’s time to raise a cheer.
To the absence and grief you left behind
To the future and home I had in mind.
Should I wait?
Would you have asked?
I hope you come clear the air.
Sat in that corner hoping you’d come,
I just wanna believe you’re not in my head.
’He’d come, he’d come’,
I said to myself.
But all that I could see was that lonely piece of wood.
Lonely me, plain chair,
It’s time to toast a cheer.
To the absence and grief you left behind
To the future and home I had in mind.
Should I wait?
Would you have asked?
I hope you come clear the air.
Lonely chair, silent witness of our past,
empty void, what I believed could have last.
Silent puffs, I’ve held on too long,
Yet it feels like the air still remembers our song.
Lonely me, plain chair
Two ghosts breathing same air.
Lonely me, wooden chair,
Staring out at the void that is us.
Lonely me, empty chair,
Tied to a past that lingers.
Lonely me, lonely chair.
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