The waiting

On an ordinary day When life tasted sweet I sat in front Of an empty chair With a table between us Waiting for conversation I sat as the world Grew older No wiser Expectant and anxious In front of that chair Quiet, empty and still I asked politely for water Which came Clear and wanting My heart thumping life In front of that chair Still waiting Shadows swallowed Pavements whole As I grew old wishing For that moment When you would arrive To sit in that chair Marked love