Your seat at the dinning table became empty.
It collected dust,
And harboured memories of your laughter.
Your seat in the living room became empty.
It collected dust,
and harboured moments of your scent.
Your seat in the backyard became empty.
It collected dust,
and harboured memories of your favourite songs.
All I have is an empty house.
With dust.
With memories.
With scents.
With songs.
Without you..
