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Poetry by P.J. Reed  

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Poems by P.J. Reed

The Empty Chair

The chair sat vacantly
Staring at the TV
Not right at the screen
Straining to catch every muffled word
But neatly in chair formation
With our packed settee
It’s cushion in perfect tassel alignment
With its fellow furnishings
The chair sat patiently
Ready to be filled
Not knowing you had gone.

by P.J. Reed