You
I thought I knew you,
The you sitting there,
With an eager smile,
You would take to a chair.
A chair beside me,
How you play tricks,
To think we would be here,
Unable to mix.
We have grown apart,
That much is true,
But how can I be here,
In a chair without you.
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