Passenger seat

A horrible habit I can't break

A passenger seat once kept bare 

Now gathers clutter without a care

Without thinking

My right hand rests on the seat

Grasping for something that is not there

My heart sinks

Then my brain thinks

Of what should be there

Reviews

[Dahlia]

This is quite subdued but cuts like a knife. There is a deep sense of sadness attached to your words, and something that I can deeply relate to.