Just Some Words (Poetry)

Short Story

The Chair

Day after day
I sit here cold, empty and untouched. No one wants to see me.
No one wants me to be there.
I guess it's because I remind them of her.

  I was the one that she came racing down every meal too.
Whenever she got hurt.
Whenever she needed a break.
She was with me, she was sitting on my lap.

I think nobody wants me because I'm the one that holds all the memories. Memories like every birthday she's ever had.

She was opening presents, and blowing out candles with me.
She loved me and they loved her.

I'm the reminder of who she was and what she loved
Now that she's gone no one wants to be reminded they just want her back.

So I just sit here cold, empty, and alone holding her memories.