Empty seat in evening glow
Candle breathes its silent slow
Once I feared this vacant place
Felt exposed by open space
Silver spoon meets porcelain hum
Lonely meal tastes bittersome
Yet each bite becomes a vote:
I still stay afloat
Time begins to soften steel
Self sits calm begins to feel
Comfort grows without request
Aloneness changes into rest
Chair stays empty heart stays full
Nothing missing nothing dull
Life tastes rich in simple view
I sit here—complete true