Chairs

They face each other.

Empty in stares. Quiet.

They belong together.

Almost inanimate.

Lifeless.

They hold their breath.

Connected by intricacies.

Separated by one simple purpose.

Weathered.

They could set the world ablaze.

And the wind would carry them for miles.

After the embers settled.

Pushed and pulled for days on end.

At night their feet barely touch the ground.

Dancing together head over heels.

Until the morning breaks.