The Empty Chair
I see the empty chair there
At the table where you’d sit,
I close your bedroom door tight
But still leave a lamp dimly lit.
I hold the bear you used to
When you were lonely or felt sad.
I still play your favorite songs;
The ones you'd danced with dad.
I still water your rose bush
The one you planted mother’s day,
I save a spot in church next to me
Hoping and waiting while I pray.
I still make dinner for four;
Even though I know there's only three.
I hold on tight to all your artwork
And just know you’ll come back to me.
I fix the crooked picture frames
Still hanging on the wall.
I look at them every day and say,
“I miss you, I love you, come home, that's all.”
I’ve tried to patch the piece of my heart
That lies empty all the time
But I can’t do that without you here;
you’re the piece absent in my life.
I’d give my life, my soul, my being
To know just where you are.
The pain that I can’t bear to take
I kissed up to the stars.
But I will never give up hope;
Or stop searching for my blessing.
Please remember me; the lost
Don’t ever give up on the missing.