The Big Red Chair

I remember night after night
Sitting in my big red arm chair.
That chair that would become my sanctuary.
That chair that would become my home base.
In this chair is where we talked
She might not have always known it but we did.
We would read books and do homework
Tell stories, and share our secrets.
From dusk till dawn we would talk
All from my red chair.
Our red chair.
Always thinking of what comes next or what just happened.
Somehow silently saying the one thing we never said.
It’s amazing how beautiful three words can be
Even if you never say them.