#EmptySeats

A vacant chair, beside me stands,
A haunting reminder of absent hands.
Once filled with laughter, warmth, and light,
Now echoes silence, through endless night.

The table's spread, with memories old,
A feast of moments, forever cold.
The chair creaks soft, in gentle sway,
As if awaiting return, some distant day.

In this empty space, I search for peace,
A sense of...