Empty=Strong

I was sitting at weber, alone, waiting for my sister, when i saw the chair in front of me, someone had left their gloves.. I get poems from  the most weird objects...

Your chair is empty
empty.
that's how i feel
right now.
this moment
each line
on the pattern
is like a knife
to my heart
that make wounds
that won't ever
heal completly.
You won't ever
come back
you won't care
that i'm alone
empty..