I sat on this metal garden chair when I lived in Tokyo.

It was a chair where I sat and regaled tales of my past.

It was a chair where I sat looking into the eyes of the woman I once loved.

It was a chair where I enjoyed my morning coffee and cigarettes.

I cried on this chair.

I laughed on this chair.

I felt utter bliss and joy on this chair.

I sat in the cold of fall hearing crickets far and near.

I sat in the humid summer, my legs exposed, mosquitoes galore.

I felt the sun shine on me while sitting on this chair.

Some days, I would stand outside and just stare at it.

One day I was compelled to take this photo of this chair, not knowing it would be the last time I would see it.

I wish this chair good tidings.

May it fill the next person with love and joy.

May it never rust and survive the seasons to come.

Goodbye Old Friend.

Goodbye.