Thursday, September 22, 2011



I was going to have breakfast
Arranged the table cloth
Smoothing out the creases
The way you used to do

I sat down right beside me
The place you sat before
Tried to speak a blessing
Had lost the holy words


I looked at all the mercies
Couldn’t eat a piece
And when I looked beside me
And saw my empty chair
I felt that I could never
Till I sat over there