I sit and look at an empty chair,
Have memories of sounds that filled,
This house that use to be a home,
Now a place for me alone,
When I return by myself,
No one greets me with “Hello “
The empty chair used for years gone by,
Brings tears of sadness to my eye.
Im told these feelings will fade away.
To me they grow with passing time.
That empty chair will always give,
Reminders of the life I use to live,
As I enter and close the door.
I feel so low, what can be done,
Shall I fill that empty chair again,
I do not know what I should do.
I want to have a full life again.
I do not want to feel so alone,
Perhaps if I changed the view,
And that empty chair renew,
Then set out on another path,
return with renewed hope,
By the changes I have set upon,
Once that empty chair has gone.