365 Days of Poetry (Part Two)

Day 57: A Chair Left Empty.

Once again we gather here, as a class, a strong unit.

Like years before, we reminisce, tears and laughter in our words.

We talk and dream of days we knew, in times of innocence.

A journey filled with joy, yet suffering hearts still wrenched with pain.

Meeting here with memories old, we think of those no longer here.

Our friends and classmates, those whose fight was lost in silence.

To be with God is where they are, finally finding peace.

Always will we remember them, for never will they leave our souls.

As joyous as it is to meet here, just as happy are our thoughts of passed ones.

Joining hands and closing eyes, we see them clearly, in our minds.

Until that fated hour should come, when we all may meet again.

An empty chair maintained will be, in true honour of a bond long-lived.

A bond with those we once held dear, whom now have crossed into Heaven.

Leaving us their words of wisdom, friends with whom we learned life's truth.

Year on year we still shall meet, a legacy continued on in faith.

Friends who always felt like family, a damning fate they shared too soon.

Teaching us all that we know, so that we may live just as they did.

Lessons we will forever carry, never to be dimmed or darkened.

An empty chair, it represents the special place, deep within our hearts.

For those we can no longer see, but who live on through our belief.