Hello there,
this appealing poem begins with an empty chair speaking of loss of someone dear.
Almost the whole house echoes with the absence of the person who was in and around not so long ago.
Certain harsh realities are difficult to digest. Although death is a stunning reality, we don’t want to believe it easily.
“The thought you might return to sit
and eat, it’s just a fable.”

Excellent rhyming, apt word choices and an appealing rhythm make the poem impressive.
Imagery is visual and it draws me into the context, effortlessly.

It flows well.

Write on!



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