Living Zen Life

Why have you gotten up and left
leaving your chair by my side?
Will you not come back to sit with me?
Of course I know
you cannot return. 
Your last word
Goodbye. 
Then you were gone.

Your chair is empty still.
Often, in the night or on waking,
I sense someone is with me.
There is no one.
All told me to wait
but I did not wait long
I did not know how to do it well
to grieve and to let you go.