The Empty Chair

Her chair sits empty now.

The cushions that once held

Her loving warmth

Now cold and hard.

The knitted shawl she loved so much

Now draped on the arm.

The cat sits mournfully

Waiting for her to return.

So he can enjoy the

Comfort of her

During their daily nap.

My heart breaks as

He gazes sadly at me

Wondering where she has gone.

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