The Time of We

I can't describe it but maybe you can.

This is where I sit, in a chair that flits.
But it moves only inches, near and far
From a desk that supports your memory.

But who were you to me that I should
Care to place you there, near my chair
Upon this desk that, bang-kneed, would

Swear a tiny oath of condolence to me?
Now, I avert my stare, repressing casual
Memories that caress that time of "we."

Reviews

[angel]

Maybe you should give writing a shot, man. I've seen worse on here...much worse.

[Joe Black]

Thanks, angel. I do write but I haven't been on here for a very long time. I'm always surprised when someone stumbles on to something I've written here and writes a review or comments. Sadly, I don't see it unless I login and the time delays makes people think I just don't care - but I do - and I thank you! I always return the favor so be looking for a comment/review from me.