Silent Weight

The chair sits empty, a shadow of him,

its stillness hangs thick, the air filled with song,

a melody rolling, a familiar hymn,

that pulls at my heartstrings, where echoes belong.

Months have passed, yet grief creeps in slow,

a quiet reminder of laughter once shared,

conversations unfinished, like flowers that grow,

as the silence sits heavy, unspoken, ensnared.

An unopened letter collects dust on the table,

a ghost of the words that never took flight,

it’s strange how the heart learns to live with what’s able,

yet still seeks the warmth in the chill of the night.