I lay there,

blabbering

like a worn out merry-go-round

Just not so merry.

Behind me

the tactful silence

of the therapist

grew

to the thunder

of being

left

beside myself.

The empty chair and I

agreed

we couldn’t see each other

like this

anymore.
 

It had better things to do.

Places

to go.

But I could keep the couch.

So I did.

The chair

has been stalking me

ever since.