The lawn chair is empty in front of the house.
Someone, I think, should be enjoying the sunshine,
Forgetting that I am doing exactly that.
There will always be an empty chair.
There will always be a hidden place where someone is weeping.
Even on a day like today, when the sun invites all,
There will be someone who must carry all the shadows
To keep the rest of us from darkness.
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