Empty Chair

I use to worry daily because of her Wherever that we went or wherever we were, Seems like of me she was always ashamed And in her dictionary I was always unnamed. But, of her I was always so very proud Whether alone or in a crowd, And I enjoyed it when people looked and did stare As she sat next to me in a chair. I enjoyed taking her out to eat And friends I always enjoyed to greet, But, I wasn't allowed to introduce her to them That was her request, her whim. And I wasn't allowed to tell anyone that we were together Never, ever, never, And before we ate I always first said a prayer As she sat next to me in a chair. At my home we sat and we watched t.v On the couch together it was just her and me, We talked about our life together a lot And she told me how lucky she had got. She held my hand and we always kissed As she would always desire and want and insist, But, if her family happened to be there She would want to be alone in a chair. "I am just going to leave you" I didn't know what else to think or say or do, Those thoughts kept crossing into my soul and mind Because she was truly mean and uncaring and unkind. I found that by her I was being tricked and was being used That's why I felt so lost and sad and very confused, But, no longer do I need to worry or care Because over there is now an empty chair. Randy L. McClave