#EchoesOfAbsence
Voices of empty chairs

Empty chair, silent witness of my days,
you keep the echo of laughter and tears.
On your back, I still feel its warmth,
its perfume, its look, its voice.

I will wait for you all my life,
but life has gone without you.
In every corner, in every shadow,
I feel your presence, even if you are absent.

Your chair is empty, silent witness,
endless days behind the wheel,
you keep...