The Never Hour

If that proverbial never hour

Did occur

I would be sitting on the edge of my seat

I would exclaim

I love you!

Tell me everything!

Then listen like I have never heard before.

Empty Chair

But the chair remains empty

And the hour is never.

But still I exclaim

I love you!

And one day

I will tell you everything.


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41 thoughts on “The Never Hour

  1. Love this Colleen! Who you waiting for in that empty chair? ā¤
    Diana xo


  2. 1jaded1 says:

    This, I love. Waiting on edge.


  3. reocochran says:

    This never hour may turn into a maybe time, Colleen. I hope listening to whoever it is will reciprocate and listen to all you have to give and share. xo


  4. Paul says:

    The other person may be making their way to you even as we speak.


  5. I love you too Colleen!! Now where to start?

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  6. This is sad but at least hopeful! I hope that person is seeking you too to talk to you!


  7. ksbeth says:

    i hope that chair is filled for you soon –

    Liked by 1 person

  8. jmgoyder says:

    My eyes are full of tears. This is beautiful and so true.


  9. So poignant Colleen and a happy birthday to your dad ā¤ļøšŸŒ¹


  10. ā¤ ā¤ ā¤
    Indeed. Sigh.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. niaaeryn says:

    Beautiful yet sad. One day you will and likely he will tell you he was always there as you sat. :hugs:


  12. inmycorner says:

    Oh, boy. Colleen – I totally understand. You have sketched a picture that will be forever etched in my mind. The empty chair where you Dad – my Dad – would have once sat… to talk about life… to share their wisdom. I am sorry I have missed your Dad’s birthday but will raise a toast to him tonight in his honour. He must have been amazing as he certainly raised an amazing daughter. You – his reflection – are now in his chair and I am in yours. And your never is my now. Thank-you.


  13. markbialczak says:

    Love is so strong for you, MBC. Wonderfully strong.


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