I was at the used furniture store
I had my eye on a desk
Smooth veneer
Waterfall edges

I pulled the drawers out
And I pushed them back in
I thought to myself
"I will pour my thoughts out on this"

"Where to sit?"
I thought to myself
A nice old chair with
Creaky joints

"talk to me desk and chair"
And I will talk to you
We will write confessions and
Tell stories together.

How can one be lonely
While writing my history
On pieces of history?
My hands will have touched what
Another will touch after me

Lovely.

NICE !
But just remember...
...Likely someone had farted in that old chair