The Empty Love Seat

I knew once I got off the plane that I was in Spain.

But I knew once more life would be nothing like before.

The tears left stains scarred across my cheeks,
But they were nothing like the scars on hers.

We were quite the sight to the passerby,
A family huddled in the middle of the newly built terminal.

I grabbed my bags, told myself “be strong”,
But all I wanted to do was fly far away from this new, unknown home.

I wanted to go to where you were,
And I kept asking myself what it was like.

I knew wherever it was, you would be smiling,
Making the place shine with the twinkle in your eyes.

We needed those eyes, instead of reflecting the pain in ours.
We needed that truthful smile, instead of the fake of ours.
We needed that glue, instead of the scissors that broke us apart.

We needed the one legged man in that love seat.

That empty love seat.

I walked through the door, my eyes were sore.
But I needed to run into your arms.

I was greeted with a chill on that hot summer night,
As I realized you were truly nowhere in sight.

My mind kept racing to that summer long ago,
When I came from a distant land to spend it with you.

You got out of the love seat, and cried in my hair,
“mi niña”, you whispered.

But now there was no one sitting in that seat,
So I crawled onto it and cried into that blanket instead.

They told me to go to bed,
“You’ll sleep better there”, they said.

Someone pulled me up but I needed to be pulled by your arms.
Someone kissed my cheek but I needed to be prickled by yours.
Someone told me goodnight but I needed to hear it from your voice.

I needed that one legged man in that love seat.

That empty love seat.

In loving memory of the person who made me laugh for the first time. Te hecho de menos Abuelo.
In loving memory of the person who made me laugh for the first time. Te hecho de menos Abuelo.

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