Here I sit
In this big blue chair
where thousands have sat before.
Stories of them
exist
saying:
“*******”
“I’m so bored”
and perhaps
my favorite,
“I must not tell lies”

I must not tell lies
which is why when you approached me
I was intrigued.
The triangular shadows under your eyes,
the scruff on your face
the words that left your lips-
a man you are
and a woman I am
you left me wanting more
simply from your sweet melody
of biochemistry
and 40 hour workweeks
just to make your ends meet.

But now you’re gone
and I’m still here
in this big blue chair
watching the trees stretch for the last rays of sun
the leaves
on the bricks below
dance
in shades of fire:
reds, oranges
and golden yellows;
the death of summertime.