I stare at the chair of memories where you once sat and lingered. I see your sweet silhouette as shadows shift across the ground. Merry eyes and rippled laughter barely contain your ecstasy. Joy overflows at the occasion of your living close to me. And yet... The threads of time weave their tangled patterns relentlessly. They scatter pieces that fray and slowly lose their luster. As the carefree summer turns imperceptibly into the autumn night, so I sense a subtle change that I had never seen before. Splintered fragments pierce my heart and bleed cold and thick with pain. The heavy anvil of rejection gashes wounds that will remain. Now you are gone and I'm alone staring once again at the crumbling chair of memories collapsed and broken ruined end. Written on 7/30/2007