They want their chair back,
and I don’t blame them at all,
it’s comfortable.
I can spin around,
really quite fast if I want,
until it unscrews.
It has gone quiet,
the noise that went on before,
has all gone away.
The chatter remains,
a few chewed words discarded,
across the table.
What ever remains,
will stay, even if it’s lost,
or buried somewhere.
