Jim used to sit in that chair
tall and stiff
and apart.
Somehow I'm not drawn
to it at all
except if someone comes
and sits on my sofa.
Because I'd crowd them too much
sitting by them
on my tiny little sofa.
So it's still Jim's chair
even though he left, yikes,
eight years ago.
Jim was able to find a place
for his crossword puzzle
and big black glasses
and newspaper.
All on the little tiny table
by the chair.
I've never been able
to do that.
I can't pile stuff
at all on nearby table
not at all.