Week Six

(Photo courtesy of my dear friend, Ms. Luckie)

Coordinating Conjunctions
By Butternose

And

Sits this chair meant for me,

A place for more than a memory.

So

Here I should sit and laugh,

Maybe cry with you.

But

Now I am gone,

And you are gone too.

Yet

Somehow it seems,

Things are the same.

Nor

Time or distance,

Has caused us disdain.

For

In our hearts are memories,

A conjunction I shared with you.

Or

Maybe a hope that at the end of the night,

You might sit there too.