#EmptySeats

In the quiet of the room where shadows play,
A seat sits empty, a moment’s delay.
The fabric still holds a whisper of form,
A trace of a body, a lingering warm.

The imprint of laughter, a sigh softly shared,
Memories woven in the fibers declared.
The air carries echoes of stories exchanged,
In that small space, our worlds rearranged.

Sunlight filters through,...