Letras
The cup's still there
Rim chipped and worn
Chair pushed back
Its seat forlorn
The bread you tore
Now hard and stale
The stories you told
Too faint
Too frail
Empty chair at the table tonight
Empty words that don't sit right
Empty fork
Empty plate
I'm too early
Or far too late
The clock ticks on
Its hands don't care
It doesn't stop
It doesn't spare
The sweater you left still holds your scent
A small reminder of where you went
And I try to speak
But it burns my throat
Every word gets caught
Every note
Empty chair at the table tonight
Empty words that don't sit right
Empty fork
Empty plate
I'm too early
Or far too late
I called your name
The sound just hung
Like an unfinished verse you once sung
The keys you played
They sit there mute
The melody gone
The strings uproot