Two Green Chairs
Left me there. Sitting in that old, green chair. You’re gone, I’m one with the cold breeze blowing through the hole – the void you left. You left me there. Sitting in that old, green chair. You left me for another .. I refuse to speak her name.
Together, we were an element. We were elements. We were the elements. I was air. You were water. We were earth. Our hearts were the flame. But what are we, now? No we, just me. Here. Sitting here. In this old, green chair.
We dreamed of this place. We believed in “one day.” We prayed over these walls. And soon, “one day” came, and we anointed these halls. We couldn’t wait to adorn these walls. Who knew the fruit of our labor, our devotion, our determination would taste so sweet? Who knew sweet could leave such bitterness upon my heart? As I sit here, alone, in this old, green chair.
(Official Cover Reveal for my Spring Release, a book of short stories – some you may have read, but most of them are new, scheduled for later this week! The book of short stories will include excerpts from my latest novel, scheduled for publishing this summer!)