Someone I Can't Call

Chair by the Window

Sunday coffee, two cups waiting
One goes cold by the window glass
I still move your chair at breakfast
Like you might come walking back
Neighbors wave across the garden
I pretend I like the rain
Every small routine remembers
What my mouth will not explain

Grief keeps setting places
Long after people leave

Chair by the Window, I still look your way
Chair by the Window, empty every day
I keep making room for someone I can't call
Chair by the Window, teach me how to change at all

Mrs. Carter from next door
Knocks with coffee, asks to sit
For one breath, I almost tell her
That isn't where anyone sits
Then I move the second cup
And hear myself say yes
The room does not forget you
It just learns another kind of guest

Chair by the Window, I still look your way
Chair by the Window, empty every day
I keep making room for someone I can't call
Chair by the Window, teach me how to change at all

The empty seat learned a new name
That didn't erase the old
That untouched second chair told the story
Healing begins when the space changes meaning

Chair by the Window, morning on the wood
Chair by the Window, I didn't think I could
Still miss you and still let the living through
Chair by the Window, that's what I'll do

Chair by the Window

Chair by the Window