You should be here
You should be here
You should be here
I sit in your chair
and I know I’m in the wrong place
I don’t sit in your chair
and it looks so empty
It feels like you’re on holiday.
You’ve been delayed at the airport;
we’ve all come round to welcome you home,
but the plane was delayed
so we’re here in the living room without you.
At any moment
there you’ll be
Walking in,
putting on your slippers,
clonking the wall by the front door with your suitcase
because the passageway is so narrow.
I curled up in your chair last night and fell asleep
like I was your cat
waiting for you to come home
No one can remember your favourite song for the funeral.
I was going to ask you
I always meant to ask you
I should have come up here last weekend to ask you
I shouldn’t be here today
