Twenty years ago

When we were young
You told me " I will guide you
Cause am elder and you are young."
I nodded my head and followed
You. I took your word for granted
And dreamt this pattern for life.
Twenty years later I am left
Looking at you lying there
Within the four walls of your
Coffin. I reach out my hand
To touch, the coldness runs
Through my blood down my
Spine. I retrieve my hand
And clasp it to my chest.
Memories of your words
Wrap my mind. They form a
Knot in my stomach and
Cramps in my thighs.
I am seated in this chair of life.
Beside me your chair remains
Empty. Noone will come to
Sit and claim to be you.
Twenty years ago you said
" Follow me I am elder
You are young."