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Two empty chairs, a plain room. I'm left with what could have been, And the memories of what was. I long for you to pull out a chair for me. As I take my place in the first cold chair, I long for you to sit next to me. I giggle to myself, imagining What we would have said, and The plans we would have made. As memories fill my thoughts, They also fill my eyes. The empty Chair, which is no longer yours, I add To my losses. I know eventually, more chairs will Become vacant, and I will miss those Who once filled them. One bare room of my thoughts Will be filled with unfilled chairs. But my memories of those I loved will remain Forever, until my chair becomes bare And empty as well
