Emptiness carry’s its own weight, that slowly releases when noticed and nurtured with love.

There is a chair that waits,

its wooden frame holding

the shape of absence.

It remembers the weight

that once pressed into its seat,

the laughter that circled above it,

the warmth that is no longer there.

An empty chair is more than furniture.

It is a witness.

It holds silence the way a vessel

holds water,

quietly, steadily,

until the silence overflows.

You find yourself staring at it,

wondering if absence

can ever be filled

or if it must simply

be carried.

And still,

the chair remains,

a quiet sentinel

for what once was,

and what might one day return.

Tomorrow, the echo speaks…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The chair sits quietly, but it speaks of more than absence. Tomorrow, the echo will grow louder, carrying the sound of rejection through the walls.