Your Chair, Then

And A Tear Came To My Eye

Your Chair, Then

Your chair, your chair
It’s still there
There where you sat
For two years and a half
Waiting, just waiting
For what would soon come.
Waiting, painfully waiting
For what would soon come.

Your chair, your chair
It’s still there
There where you sat
Legs dripping, just dripping
For two years and a half.
Waiting, painfully waiting
For what we knew
Would surely come.

Your chair, your chair
It’s still there
Where we sat
For two years and a half
Thinking and talking 
About Job and his pain.
Thinking and talking and wondering
Why me? Why me?

Your chair, my chair 
They're still there
But now I can’t sit
Nor talk with you there.

I wrote most of this earlier but found it again after my move to Sam’s home.
11/13/2024 more than a year after your passing.
Tears came to my eyes as I finished typing.
Larry E. Whittington