Empty Chair

Praveen Kumar January 24, 2025 1 min read

A meditation on the small, everyday reminders of absence and the weight of unfinished routines.

the dishes in the sink, are three days old now, i keep meaning to wash them, but your fingerprints are still there;

the coffee machine hums, its morning song to no one, while your mug collects dust, in its usual corner;

i tried sleeping on your side, of the bed last night, but the sheets felt wrong, against my skin;

the calendar on the wall, still shows last month, because moving forward, means accepting you're gone;

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