Empty Seat

I stare at the empty seat in front of me
Filling an invisible outline of where you sat the last time
Recalling the scent you left
The sound of your fingers tapping a rhythm on the table
I try to think your presence back
I am unable

I stare at the empty seat in front of me
And I reopen the gift you left in memory with hurried hesitance
I've grown addicted to your non existent presence
And the sound the hollow echo makes when words return unanswered

I remember you in three dimensions or maybe four
As if you were staring back at me
Some evil form of deja vu
That speaks and seems to conquer me
From that empty plastic seat...