The Jacket on the Chair

In the corner of a roadside café,
A jacket lies draped over a chair.
Its owner, long gone, left it behind…
A silent witness to stories untold.

I sip my coffee, alone yet aware,
Listening to the whispers of the wind.
The absence speaks louder, yet…
In the quiet, I find my peace.

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