An Ornament of Solace

Sitting on it defies the codes of its purpose

Defies the purpose of its existence

Dies the logic of its monetary expenditure

Meant to sit two, it sat none

It is the reminder of hopes not purchased

Of languid, windy days not experienced

Of loveseat’s unsatisfied requirement

Sitting on it defies the logic of its positioning

Out, front, center of my mind’s sense

It has never been sat on

It has never been visited

Still, joy it gives in its neglect

Being present is reason enough

Being absent creates a yearning, a void

An ornamental discontent

Yet an ornamental solace

Meant to sit two

Never did serve that accepted duty

For me, it has served plenty of purposes

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.