The Sofa

The affable ochre, 

Cushiony soft, 

Cosy and snug, 

Just the right fit. 

The huggable pillows, 

A shoulder to cry on,

Your head fits right in, 

The stained tears, 

The food splatters, 

The ink spots, 

The full measure. 

The stitches of laughter, 

Tears of joy, 

Tragic rom-coms, 

Hugs of nostalgia, 

All of which happened there, 

In a place so small, 

But so important. 

A mere sofa, 

To all my guests, 

But for me, it’s but, 

An remnant right there.