A shadow cast, a vacant chair,…

A shadow cast, a vacant chair, a silence.
The shape of absence, felt in every room.
A hand that reached, now rests eternally.
A voice that soothed, now a silent dream.
The world continues, but a piece is gone,
A vibrant hue has faded from the scene.
The laughter's echo, now a mournful sigh.
The future stretches, a path less brightly lit.
This is the stark reality of loss,
A constant hum beneath the everyday.
It reshapes landscapes, rearranges thoughts,
And teaches lessons hard to comprehend.
But in the quiet, in the deeper pain,
A different kind of knowing starts to bloom,
A deeper gratitude for what was real,
A fragile strength that rises from the deep.