The Chair

A funny thing to remember: that chair.

Squeaked and squealed

Reclined and relaxed.

Iconic really – no question

as to whose chair it was.

An odd combination of

vinyl and mechanics.

I would try it out from time to time.

Play with the knobs that started

the chair a-buzzing with that strange

vibrating massage, the large roller moving

the spine around. 

The leg rest sounded oddly like

a lawnmower

and made the feet the tingle.

My whole life

you had the exact same chair.

Working, eating, power-napping.

Coming in from driving

trucks, tractors, forklifts.

Always landing in that chair.

You were in that chair on the last day.

And when I am missing you

(which is always)

I somehow always think of

the chair.

A funny thing to remember.