The Empty Chair at the Dinner Table

The plate was set, the fork aligned,

But your soft laugh I couldn’t find.

The candles burned with quiet grace,

Yet missed the warmth of your embrace.

The chair stayed still, it didn’t move,

A hollow space that couldn’t soothe.

The food grew cold, the night grew long,

The silence sang its mournful song.

We fill the room with talk and cheer,

But still, I wish that you were here.

An empty chair, yet full of pain,

A ghost of love that will remain.

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