Dear Fluffy Brown Recliner

Fri, 12/15/2017 - 13:46 -- Emmy

Dear fluffy, brown, recliner

You sit in the corner of the room I used to share with my sister

But now she’s gone

The room is quiet

But there’s room for you

I guess it was a sort of trade-off

Sister for furniture

One that I still regret

 

It’s not your fault that college took her away

Or that we found you for cheap on craigslist

But there are the days when I sit in you

But remember the days when just a few feet away

My sister was talking to me

When I was close enough to help her with panic attacks

And when she was able to help me with my homework

 

But she’s happier now,

Well, no, but she’s happier than she would have been if she had stayed

Instead it’s just me, sitting in you

Checking to see if she’s still here.

 

It’s not your fault that people get older,

Just like I know that I will leave you in this room

As you wait for me to come home. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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