There is No Seat

There is No Seat

I stood at the door
looking for the shore
to lay my anchor down.
I see the warmth
directed everywhere,
but there is none for me.
I peek inside
rooted at the threshhold
and see,
all of those chairs
looking back at me.
But there is no seat
avaliable for me,
and like that one tremulous dew drop
I quiver,
cold,
alone.
I turn 
the way I came,looked back
 at this once familar and loved scene.
I cannot stay.
I must find my chair out there.

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Simone

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