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There is an empty seat at the table
There is an empty seat at the table
Towards the right most corner
Not the end nor the head
But a corner
A corner
A symbol of you
The support, the pillar
A juxtaposition to such carefree nature
There’s an empty seat at the table
With a placard, a name
Five simple letters
It is never the same
The laughter it hovers
Lingers tainted in pain
And the recipes are warm
Meager comparisons, too tame
There’s an empty seat at the table
There’s an empty hole in my chest
As I write this listening to
Static words, a last breathe
I know it’s been years
I know we mourned together
But this year it hits hard, it feels like forever
Since that seat was filled
Since your hand was in mine
Since your smile lit the room, so divine
And I know you are safe
Far better than here
But know the seat will remain empty
Year after year
There’s an empty seat at the table
But my chest will be full
For grief is mere memories that long to be told
And though my mind may be fuzzy, my heart stays the same
For my soul longs for yours, until we meet again