stuffed into the corner of an attic
waiting for the day you have the time
for a bit of carpentry
just this one leg-
a little wood glue
a little maintenance
a little love
why is that so hard to find?
don't you remember?
the dinners?
the card games?
the summer night
you brought me outside for beers by a fire?
just think of all the other memories
we could be collecting if
i wasn't up here
collecting dust
but
i suppose
you have plenty
of other chairs
and don't need
me
to keep making memories
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