In these vacant seats

In these vacant seats,

I could see the glimpse,

of days dear, moments lived...

Brushing with fingertips,

I sense the warmth beneath,

of the occupant memories. 

In these vacant seats,

lies many forgotten stories,

that would need retelling...

As the scents, spread in air,

creates mood and atmosphere,

arouse a sense, of nostalgia. 

In these vacant seats,

I could hear the voices,

of whispers, infused with feelings...

And it echoes, the sentiments, 

of joy, pleasure, grief and despair, 

with hopes, dreams and prayers. 

In these vacant seats, 

lies our past and future, 

where present is a witness...

And they would speak,

of choices and opportunities, 

when we embrace, bid adieu...

Spending some time, occupying it.