chair
where he sat
for years, before
death
intervened,
is kept open.
a plate
is set as if he's still
there
for each holiday meal
and birthday.
a plate,
a glass of water,
his favorite drink,
gin and tonic,
and silverware.
his picture is on
the mantle,
turned to see the smile,
his blue eyes
softened in the light,
dimming his stare.
it's hard to let go
sometimes.
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