Today i made a chair,
But the legs are nowhere to be found.

The cushion is if my favorite color,
The size is just right.
Between my body and the floor,
Beneath me is the chair.

The way it holds me so caring,
Bold in shape.

The angles have a modern twist,
Beautiful and graceful.

The chair was not my own,
Beginning it was hers.

The position was just right
The placement was shared
Today i lost a friend.

Boys take friends, sometimes
Boys make roommates move out
Beyond the comfort of - our chair -