he died, he left his chair
behind.
the shape
and weight of him
still visible
in the soft cushions.
he put a good
thirty years
into that chair after
work ended.
there's a table
next to it,
with an ashtray,
the remote control,
a can of beer
and a bag of pretzels.
he'll be
right back, it appears.
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