The Empty Seat: The Physicist and the Poet

A lifetime of friendship

Squeezed into an hour

began with a mundane discussion

of the weather and the late running trains

But still that was normal

until the discussions of time

And how the Physicist and the Poet

Came to sit next to each other

Was it probability or serendipidity

Are they two faces of the same coin

Then all of a sudden

“Well this is my stop” he said

And before he left he peered straight into her soul,

one last and final time even though they had traveled

across space and time to just have this conversation

A minute later, all that remained was the emptiness

of the Seat next to her.