The chair, A poem for lizzy. The moon is high The starry sky you choose this night to start a fright you were there in your chair you thought it through you knew what to do went outside we wont subside dog came to through and through what a scare the sound in the air a big loud "Bang" ended everything as i sit here a write my fist clenched tight i wonder if i was their sitting in that chair whould you be here? not far, but near talking chating walikng, laughing the stars shine bright but on this night youll see one, seeming to say "Oh why did i go away?"
To Lizzy
