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Ballad of Empty Chairs

September 9, 2025
teenagedirtbagbabygirl120 BRONZE, Ravenna, Ohio
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sometimes surviving is the loudest thing you can do



The table feels so quiet now,
Where voices once would sing,
The laughter echoes faint and low,
A ghost of everything.

The chairs sit still, the nights grow long,
Their faces fade from view,
Yet in my chest their love burns on,
A flame that won’t undo.

I count the stars and whisper names,
Each one a tender prayer,
Though heaven holds them far away,
Their memory fills the air.

Oh time may steal, and death may claim,
But love will never part,
For all I lost still lives in me,
A chorus in my heart.



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