#EchoesOfAbsence
In halls of memory, where shadows play,
Empty chairs stand, like sentinels of yesterday.
Their voices whisper, in the silence of the air,
Stories of loved ones, who are no longer there.
A mother's laughter, echoes through the space,
A father's guidance, that shaped a child's face.
A friend's warm smile, that lit the darkest night,
A loved one's presence, that made the heart take flight.
Their chairs, now empty, tell a tale of pain,
Of loss and longing, that cannot be...