It's a chair,

just a chair

on four legs

standing there.

Facing out,

turned away

been empty now

more than a day.

The cleaner

fumigates all trace,

of he who filled

its cushioned space.

As indentations

slowly fade,

the invoice settled

the debts all paid.

Will the trees outside

miss his stare

when someone else

sits in h...

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A Sea Loch Graveyard walled and gated

hues of purple peated earth,

the stones stand stoic, weather dated,

washed up from their briny birth.

Some names unknown "A Sailor" lies,

in silence resting side by side.

Adrift they came from distant skies

as tears that fell, though never cried.

On other shores long lives lived out

to wonder at what might have been,

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