The Chair

You enter the room
and find a chair.
It is not the one you

would have chosen
had the room been empty.
It may not even be

the most comfortable chair,
but it is the closest one,
the one available,

and so you sit.
The chair becomes yours
before the day is over.

It is the one you pick
when you return again,
then again.

As time goes on
it is where others
expect to find you.

It is the place
that will be empty
when you die.