The Empty Chair

There are things a child must bear

a bloody nose

a rainy afternoon

some stinky jellybeans

 

whatever’s under the bed

the girl from down the street

who said she’s way too cool to care

such things eventually settle

 

a sleepless night

the grown-up talk

an endless walk

and the persistent sting of nettle

 

nothing quite stays there

as that one moment on stage

and the empty chair

By Jitske Wielers

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