His Chair

By Josephine Silva

As I gaze upon his chair
smile curls upon my lips
when he sat there...
I could touch him with my finger tips

A wasted moment now is gone
life time all alone
how I wish I could reach out
just to touch him with my finger tips

I wait for time to pass
longing for his sweet caress
whispering I know why
happiness doesn't last

Time speeds by
far too fast
years swiftly pass
live today full of joy

When my eyes close
last gasp of breath
I reach out
and touch him
with my finger tips