Saving A Free Seat

Could it be so good?
Can it truly show you everything you ever wanted?
Or could it be so bad?
Can it rip you sideways, ruining the bestest thing you had?
I don't think it can.
You say it all the time.
Your days and darkest nights.
And you're praying all the time, holdin' on to things you no longer have.
I don't think you should.
Could you be so sad?
You mess everything up according to the scales that you've devised.
Won't have to be so bad.
You know we're missing you all the days and evenings.
We'll be saving a free seat for when you come.