I sat at the dinner table,
There before me was my meal,
A meal cooked with love,
As ever.
I started eating,
And looked out of the window.
Hover flies were out there
Looking at me,
And the birds in the trees
Singing for me,
The glory of Chet and Gerry
Playing their jazz for me.
All these wonderful things around me,
All there for me,
But there in front of me was a chair,
An empty chair,
And to one side was a picture,
A picture of my lover,
Who should be sitting in that chair,
In that empty chair.