Empty Chair

In the room that's filled with echoes,

An empty chair stands still,

A silent witness to the loss,

Of joy amidst the pains.

Your laughter is now a memory,

Your sweet voice a distant song,

In the stillness of the evening,

I feel where you belong.

The world keeps galloping onward,

But my heart is standing still,

In the place where once you were,

Is a void that cannot be filled.