this chair
fills the empty room
with
noises of wood on wood
while you
wait for summer to
begin
the room becomes brighter
with
each passing hour
it is now so
bright that the chair
seems
to be missing
I yearn for
the cool damp night
breeze
instead of this body
piercing
extreme heat that I
am
not yet accustomed to
the room
dims and I can see
the
chair but you sit there
peacefully
ignoring me
I am the
night
you
are the day
there is no
way
we
will live in
harmony
together
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