In a chair with no arms

I sit down and feel like I may fall off. In either direction. Land on the floor unable to get up.
I can't lean when I'm tired. I have nothing to hold onto.
But I hold on. I keep reaching out. I kept reaching out...

You. You were always one step ahead of me. Or five steps behind.
Never in sync. Never aligned. Wobbly chair. Even a matchbook under the leg couldn't fix this one.
Unstable. Insecure. Unprotected. If I fell you'd fall with me...?

I am the adirondack. Fall back and I will hold you forever. You can't fall out.
Did you ever notice? Did you ever try to sit down? You...
You were always the chair with no arms. Letting go of me like I was no one you liked.

2013 MF