Two Drawn, One Awaited

Two wicker chairs in the sun. One for the waiting, one for the hoped-for. The table between them holds its silence, its place set for bread or talk. I draw what is here— lines quick and unerasable— and what is not here, her presence, waits with me in the white of the page.
2 Comments
Josh V (@JoshV)
Nice realism
Dean C. Graf (@DCGraf)
@JoshV Thank you. I appreciate your comment and kindness.