In the corner, they quietly sit,
Where laughter once chose to brightly emit.
Now silence wraps them like an old, torn quilt,
Whispering stories of love and guilt.

They remember the warmth of fleeting embrace,
The tender moments time couldn’t erase.
Once pulled close for a lover’s sigh,
Now left alone beneath the sky.

Empty chairs don’t cry, but they ache,
For every promise someone chose to break....