I staggered
Through the door
Not looking back
Never wanting
To go there again
In front of me
Still
Lay a broken chair
Backlit
By the fading sun
Front legs
Bent inwards
Velvet back
Ripped open
Vulnerable as prey
Yet
It stood there
Stoically
Defying
It's inevitable fall
The elegant curve
Of mahogany
Protruded
Like a peacock's plume
Proud and defiant
Recalling
The comfort
And respite
It adorned
On grateful guests
From the horror
Behind that door
Arms
Open and worn
By fearful hands
I took a step
Entering
The chair's embrace
Ending our mutual pain
To begin anew
Once more