The Chair Facing the Road

In the labyrinth beneath we stroll

searching the days.

We seek the years long gone,

the forgotten embrace,

long walks at night,

hands kept warm by love.

When winter disrupted

we lost the path

buried deep.

I knelt in the snow

searching the lapse of a love left behind

like old shoes hidden

in the back of a closet.

And just like that

she walked a path so beautifully

away from me.

I remained, singular,

in a chair meant for two.

Still that chair

faced the open road.

Poet’ note: this is a dream turned into a poem- a revelation that just occurred to me- a whole new inspirational muse is born.