His Chair Between Us
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
His chair remains at the table
because moving it feels like a decision.
I sit beside it as his wife.
Our son sits across from it
and remembers being taught to shuffle cards.
Our daughter touches the worn arm
where he waited through homework.
Nobody owns the empty place.
We pass the bread around it,
letting husband, father, and friend
remain larger than one name.
65 words · 11 lines · Free Verse