Empty Seat

The spot is truly filled with a stagnant air

Lingering is the last strands of her red hair

I can only sit across from it and glare

My voice gone as my throat is held in a snare

Time that has passed, I slowly become aware

Soon will be eleven years of a nightmare

I still can remember the feel of her stare

Resting on me whenever I looked elsewhere

But oh how her personality would blair

Like her terrible screeching when she would swear

At me, just telling me that I should beware

And that she was great and no one could compare

Always reminding me that no one would care

If I drowned in my misery and despair

While the vile liquid sitting in our glassware

Would engulf me, my version of a prayer

A broken man who doesn't know how to repair

The memories come back to me like a flair

Returning to that long frightful time is where

I go whenever my eyes land on her chair