House Of The Empty Chair

from Soft Blood by Lyn Rye

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Dust on light
Kettle’s just boiled
So I sit
All alone
And guard the chair
The empty chair
The empty chair

Not a seat
For Elijah
A seat for you
Then or now
Ghost or flesh
That needs a talk
Or maybe just tea

I’m no saint
I just sit at a table
But I’ll be damned
If I let your chair be stolen
The place you rest
On the day your soul is weary
Come love, sit now
Drink up, let go

Forgive me
If I stay a spell
And protect
The vacant space
The holy void
For you to fill
With words or silences

Our house is growing crowded
With your wandering pain
Your hurts are a presence
Whether dead or alive
Let them sit down
Be seen, be heard

I’m no saint
I just sit at a table
But I’ll be damned
If I let your chair be stolen
The place you rest
On the day your soul is weary
Come love, sit now
Drink up, let go

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from Soft Blood, released September 9, 2022

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