It doesn’t matter who sat with you first
And whoever sat with you the longest
But rather someone who just might sit beside you by chance
It doesn’t matter who shared with you a story
And whoever told you the funniest anecdote
But rather a person whom might just tell you a random chronicle
Every one may come and go, yourself included
At the end of the day, it is that one single person
Who rested beside you by fate or have told you an odd story
But had left the chair with you
words by Ethel Cabacungan
