In awe of my sofa

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You are standing there, uncelebrated, humble, taken for granted.

Wrinkled and creased,

Bumpy and stained,

Like a motherly hug or

a traveler’s bench in a far way forest.

A mental vessel to the past.

A silent witness of

hugs and kisses,

smiles and tears,

affections and quarrels.

Often, I have this dream of throwing you out,

making room for a younger version of you,

ironed and fluffy and perfect.

But then I remember that summer night when…

and the hot as hell noon that…

and that chilly morning when…

and that godforsaken moment that…

and I pause…in acceptance and compassion

for your wooden bones that show through the cushions

and in awe of the human acts which were enacted right there in front of you

and I let you be…