Empty Chairs

Empty chairs line the walls like guards
They crave company
"See me!" They scream
Unaware that they block the entrance
The center is empty.
The chairs remain stoically by the doors.
They wait, patient, unmoving.
One day a banging is heard.
Someone wants to get in!
But the chairs have sat alone too long.
Dust weighs them down
Inertia is their greatest enemy.
They yell at each other to move, at the person to come in
But the walls hold firm
Soon footsteps can be heard retreating.
The chairs wait again.
Never realizing that the longer they stay,
The more people they turn away.