#EchoesOfAbsence

In darkened halls, where shadows play
empty chairs stand, day by day
echoes of absence, whispers so low
of loved ones gone, and moments slow.

The silence screams, a deafening sound,
of vacant seats, a story unbound.
memories of laughter, tears, and sighs,
haunting reminders, of last goodbyes.

The chairs remain, a constant sight,
a poignant reminder, of endless night....