Caesar

An empty chair
an empty desk
can go unnoticed

Here is my confession:
I never think of you, you never even cross my mind.
Like a grain of sand on a west coast beach,
if you were gone, I would not enjoy the beach any less.
Yet somehow today, your absence reminds me of fate
and how that empty chair
that empty desk
could've been
me
and
no
one
would
notice

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