The Chair

I thought you’d love me…
You saw that tiny bit of me
And infatuation took over
Anticipation fantasy hope
Keeping the space I’d fill empty
You imagined me for a month
Beautifully filling the space
Now I’m here and I see the
Sideways glances yearning to
Love me but barely lukewarm
I was always green and shiny
You cover me with a blanket
A blue pillow might help
It’s suggested you drape a
Sheet over me “it’s sad you
Are so disappointed.” of you
She says. I boil. What about me?
I have to stay here in duplicate
Shiny green and unloved for
As long as you can stand me
Or until I change your mind

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