• thegreatpotato_ 11w

    "That chair on which you sat on,
    where you thought and wondered about life,
    where you watched me as I slept,
    where you read books and sketched pictures,

    That chair on which your jacket lay,
    Where the cat sometimes lazed,
    Where the scrapbook was left open,
    Where your poems once were stacked upon,

    That chair sits there,
    a thousand memories in a piece of furniture,
    Where our daughter sits,
    In such a way,
    That I could've sworn she was you."