The Empty Chair
I wonder when you’ll notice my empty seat-
in between training sessions where yesterday-
you had: two students, two dispositions, two people
in fear of you cutting up their performance with bullets
thrown by words from a careful teacher.
The same remarks I feared not too long ago
when I sat having my work critiqued by you.
You remarked being pleasantly suprised
when you read on Facebook that you’re my favorite
that you didn’t know you had that effect on me.
Turns out I mask better than my younger
school girl self- that I can’t stop thinking about you.
Wondering if you’ll even notice that empty chair.
Where usually a girl who longs to warm your heart
and lighten up your work load tends to sit.
The worst truth is- I’ve told you a million times
in my own way that my heart races when you’re around.
I still long for your approval- on those phones and social media.
The truth I know I can’t hide forever from your cold observations.
