That chair remains empty
I sit in a cafe, with my cocoa in hand
Sipping it slowly, with a melancholy look upon my young face.
As I sip, I look outside the window to see the wind blowing on a chilly mid winter's day.
I then gaze back at the empty seat across from my tiny table and take a long quiet sigh.
I would like for someone to sit across from me, staring into my eyes happily.
Not just any one though, I would want it to be my special someone...my love.
But for now, that chair remains empty and I alone with my beverage in hand, which gets cooler by the minute... along with my heart.
I begin to stare out the window, and my eyes catch a glimpse of a few happy couples walking closely side by side, holding hands and giddily giggling to themselves, purely in love.
Oh how I ENVY them. Much jealously there is in my heart that I cannot have that bliss, which I desire ever so much.
Even though I have many more chances for love to come my way, I don't want to wait for it... I want it to come immediately and be content in my heart for the rest of my days.
So there I sit at my table.
Staring...
Waiting...
Until that empty chair no longer remains empty, and I will have my own special company who sits only with me.
