legacy

there's an empty chair
where you used to sit.
you, in your quiet reflection
complacency never your intention.
and yet, when the wind crashed
against the walls
and threatened to force your hand,
you sat
unmoved,
unchanged.
a constant through the changing seasons
never the reason
for anyone's pain.
but once, your own became too great
a cross
to bear
so you slipped
quietly away
with that
same
wind.
your chair rests,
empty now.
but i still hear the breeze
whisper your name.

@hannraye