chairs.

its inevitable.
i like pictures of empty chairs.
filled ones are happy and fun,
but empty chairs are the truthful ones.

its autumn now. leaves being shed, trees getting into their winter mode.
several people huddled in jackets shuffle past my still figure.
they are anxious to get inside, away from the cold and the unknown.
some cast curious glances my way, but most do not see me.
and no one stops to talk.
while i watch, dusk settles once more on the quiet leaf-littered avenue.
its time to return to that quaint little hut outside the main house,
shared with none but myself.
i enjoyed the quiet solitude, yet i waited -
in anticipation of the company of a friend that would come that night.
and it did not disappoint.