For Ana.
A chair gazes at me.
Empty place filled with an empty stomach.
A nasty feeling waiting for a warm gesture
for whom has erased the memory.
With the appearance of emotionally unaffected staring
your fingers slither across numbers and letters
creating a concept
build of facts and thoughts
till destination is reached.
Traveling through time stuck in your seat
surroundings changed just like in a real trip.
Only your thoughts wander
around, beyond and above.
_and your mouth speaks unsure tousled words _
I bring you cake and candy
talk to you briefly
leave you
to continue your journey.
You're now a habitual customer taking her regular seat
as day by day
you come and go
Till the moment
the chair remains empty.
|Achieved your
goal
Attained your
destination|
Today
another traveler took
your seat.
A passerby with new dreams,
heading for new horizons.
Even occupied, your seat remains empty.
Watching it
leaves my ears with the sound of an incomparable voice.
This seat abides yours.
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