An empty chair

An empty chair... 

It still remembers, 

holding your reflections, 

there's voice, in the silence, 

it's not just unconscious projections,

but a deeper connection... 

It speaks of bygone days,

filled with colorful moments, 

spending time in your company, 

listening to countless stories, 

from your treasured collections. 

They say, that spirit dwells,

in such places, and objects,

when there's love so deep,

making our bond transcends, 

the boundaries of realities. 

It might be wishful thinking,

stemmed out of our longings, 

still recovering from the loss,

finding solace, reminiscing close,

tracing fragments of your soul. 

An empty chair... 

It might be few notes,

fading whispers of our world, 

that resonates, and still echoes, 

in chambers, of our heart,

finding your presence...

Even in the absence!