Now and ThenA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse
A friend sat there
forty years past -
in that chair.
And thirty years, and twenty.
Was here, sitting there -
in that chair.
Was then - and five years ago.
Even one. Just a month? A week?
Hard to keep track
after so much absence -
and a little presence.
Here and there.
An email now and then.
Hmm, then, but not now.
That chair claims then and now,
claims a space, then and now.
Can a space say
all it once would say?
My memory holds so much but, well,
that space: so little. Just a chair now.
(05.02.23)
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