i've sat here before, i recognize this smell...these walls...these people.
i feel the same feeling as before, familiarity and comfort, yet still
new and alien to me. i watch people pass as i sit here.
i imagine what could be and of what was.
centered here sitting, waiting, dreaming, and hoping
often someone comes to sit next to me.
i enjoy their company and conversation for a while.
i still sit and watch them get up and leave.
forced to watch them walk into the distance
and then out of sight, they somehow line my mind for a while.
appreciating what it was and the moments shared.
i also watch them eventually leave my mind,
waiting for that moment when i stand up with someone
and together walk away from that chair where i sat
never again to come back to sit there again.
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