One day,
I will tell you my story.
But trust me,
when you hear it,
you will wonder how I've managed to
keep a smile on my face through it all.
Life hasn't been easy,
but I've learned that strength is found in the darkest moments.
And peace comes when you choose not to give up.
My smile is not because life is perfect,
but because I refuse to let the storms take away my light.
And silence never sounds the same.
The light still hits where you once sat,
like time forgot to take that back.
Every memory pulls me near
to the ghost that still sits here.
The final
empty chair,
still waiting like you're there.
The space between the breaths I take reminds me what we couldn't say.
The final empty chair,
a truth too hard to bear.
No one fills the air you own.
This house was full, now it's just stone.
The dust collects where your hands stayed.
The world moved on, but I remained.
The clock still ticks, but not for me.
It counts the time since you set me free.
Your shadow dances on the wall.
I hear your steps down the hall.
I turn and find that no one's there,
just that final empty chair.
The final
empty chair,
still waiting like you're there.
The echoes hum our favorite song.
I hum along, but it feels wrong.
The final
empty chair,
a prayer lost in the air.
Every tear that hits the floor still
whispers you're not here anymore.
Maybe love outlives the pain.
Maybe loss is what remains.
I keep your place,
I keep your light,
so you can find your way tonight.
The final empty chair,
still holding what we shared.
The weight of love,
the weight of years,
the sound of you still ringing clear.
Final empty chair,
you're gone but you're still there.
And though the world forgets your name,
I'll keep it here the same.
The table's set, the candle's low,
one empty chair.
I can't let go.