18 November 2012
To my left Is your desk. It was empty That day And I thought It would never be Filled.
The space Where your notebook Would sit, I looked at that space And I thought it wouldn't Be filled.
It was the third day that desk went With the chair pushed in. No where. Still not filled.
My mind began To wonder what could Be in that chair Without you There. Anything could fill it.
Empty no more. The space stepped Back. Away from me. And I was Full.
Push In Your Chair • Opuss № I