This chair, built for one.
Lacquered with time
and deep mahogany.
Memories in the knicks,
refinished to feel new.
Glue and screws hold
the old, loose joints.
Dust gathers where
the eye cannot find.
This chair, once sturdy,
now weakened and frail.
Carrying a load that
once was light.
Marks forever left
in the carpet below,
never to be seen.
For this chair,
was not built for two.
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