Leftover confessions sit on the old worn out stool
Gathering dust bunnies in the corner
Spider webs slowly crawl into the sunlight
And time slips between the cracks eroding
The warm fly stops a while
Basking in the stray beams sent in loveletters
From the sun lollygagging afar
With a slam the scared stool shakes
Temperamental floor boards wobbling
From the heavy oak door’s hinges
Muddy work boots shift the scene
Askew rays reach but cannot touch
The newly placed stool covered in rags
And darkness ensues
For the old worn out stool
Night trickles in