In this chair

in this chair

I sit at times
in this chair
to be close to those
whom once I shared
setting suns.
I hear laughter
within the wind
I remember smiles shared
on long trips
late August nights
going anywhere but here.
When the wind blows
the passion of life
across my still frame
I wish with heart
in this chair
I could return
there.

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