Empty Chair

You look at me

Delicately

As I press my fists to my face

 

‘I would die for you.’

 

The words are a plea

And you frown at me

Disapprovingly.

 

‘I’d die for you.’

 

My bloodied nails

Stare back at me

Defiantly

And I curl my fingers

Into furious fists.

 

Blood runs down

My wrists.

 

‘I said I’d DIE for you.’

 

You blink sceptically.

And I stare back at you

Holding my breath

As you pull yourself up

To your full height.

 

‘No.’ You say sardonically

‘You’d die for yourself,

And expect me to be grateful.’

 

 

 

 

When you’re gone

I stare at your empty chair

 

And as I cry I realise

I really would have

Died for you.