Here I sit
in this big blue chair
where thousands have sat before.
stories of them
exist in graffiti marks
saying:
"*******"
"I'm so bored"
and perhaps
my favorite,
"I must not tell lies"

*******.
I think I'll always think that.
Even sitting in this big blue chair
I cannot escape you.
The words remind me of your constant presence
even though you're gone
you're still here.
Taking up space.
I could make my own imprint
and etch,
"*******, still"
but it wouldn't do justice.
That's only part of our story
and I don't want to confuse others
because at one time
I would have wrote:
"Love you, always."

I'm so bored
of the excuses
the should haves
could haves
but if you would have
I wouldn't have to listen
To your mind jabber
rolling off your tongue
unfiltered
prematurely being birthed
to spoken word.
I'll give you my two cents,
thoughts that are born
before they are developed
obliterate
and die
a tragic death;
escaping your fantasy.

I must not tell lies.
Fine.
scribble my truth-
permanently etch itself
into this big blue chair:

*******, still.
Love you,
Always.
Think before you speak.
I
wish I could get over

You.