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Sometimes I look up
and see an empty chair
I look up and he isn’t there
not where he’s supposed to be
not right there
in front of me

Sometimes I turn around
halfway through a thought to share
but when I look he isn’t there
his hat and coat not hung
no coffee cup
his boots not even slung

Sometimes I sit alone
and wonder at the days gone by
how is it they could fly
so full and rich and free
when really he’s not here with me…

… or is it just me?

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