After the Meeting

After the Meeting

The room is empty now,

but the chairs remain—

three gathered close

as if still listening,

one turned slightly aside,

another left facing the window.

No one planned this pattern,

but it tells a kind of story:

who leaned in,

who drifted away,

who kept an eye on the clock.

Tomorrow they’ll sit again,

different hands pulling

the circle wide or small.

We’ll talk about projects,

deadlines, next steps—

but beneath the words

something else arranges itself,

quiet as dust settling,

deciding who belongs

where.

And yet, sometimes,

someone moves a chair—

just a few inches closer—

and the whole room changes,

a little more space

for light to fall between us.