Wishing

Sitting here in the 
early evening on some 
indiscriminate Sunday in some 
late season month surrounded 
by things of me
and candles and listening 
to some chill Sade
I look at the 
chair opposite of me 
and remember you there
curled up feet under 
that one time just 
like this one time 
and the emptiness now 
wishing so wishing filled