The Sofa
The Sofa
The affable ochre,
Cushiony soft,
Cosy and snug,
Just the right fit.
The huggable pillows,
A shoulder to cry on,
Your head fits right in,
The stained tears,
The food splatters,
The ink spots,
The full measure.
The stitches of laughter,
Tears of joy,
Tragic rom-coms,
Hugs of nostalgia,
All of which happened there,
In a place so small,
But so important.
A mere sofa,
To all my guests,
But for me, it’s but,
An remnant right there.