In That Chair

  In that chair,    She sobs, tears from the past, tears that won’t last. I carefully watch your reaction, you slip your foot over to hers, you grab her hands, a lightness comes over her. You both are smiling, laughing even. I tell you that I rarely see this in clients, you both smile. You don’t know it, but I do and it’s true, I rarely see these repairs, these moments, this love. Ten minutes later my day is over. I pack my bags and walk out to my car. I catch a glimpse of you in the parking lot, you pick her up, twirl her around, and tell her you’ll see her soon. I rarely see this in clients.

In that chair,

She sobs,
tears from the past,
tears that won’t last.
I carefully watch your reaction,
you slip your foot over to hers,
you grab her hands,
a lightness comes over her.
You both are smiling,
laughing even.
I tell you that I rarely see this in clients,
you both smile.
You don’t know it, but I do
and it’s true,
I rarely see these repairs, these moments,
this love.
Ten minutes later my day is over.
I pack my bags and walk out to my car.
I catch a glimpse of you in the parking lot,
you pick her up, twirl her around, and tell her you’ll see her soon.
I rarely see this in clients.