CHOICE OF CHAIRS
When hurt,
I choose to sit in soft chairs.
I smile outwardly.
I sulk inwardly.
I am a stuffed chair
in a stuffed room.
I sit here with the hope
you’ll come and say,
“It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”
Will you?
I’m still waiting.
It hasn’t happened yet.
I guess stuffed chairs hide their feelings
better than hard wooden chairs.
Or am I being stupid?
Am I simply being stubborn?
Why don’t I just get up and walk over
to you in your chair and say,
“I’m sorry this happened. Let’s next.”
© Andrew Costello,
Reflections, 2009
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