alone,
empty chairs
and a table with ashes
become my companions.
green leaves
talk to me occasionaly
as well as the streets
peopled by unknown
faces of different eyes.
voices of posts
are like songs,
overpowering,
towering
over the humming wind
how long shall i wait
how long shall i sit?
how many seats
need to be filled,
how many tables
need to be emptied
before you arrive?
alone,
i see you walking
through tghe streets,
speaking along with the trees,
singing with the posts.
alone
i imagine you
loving me
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