Short Poem about loss.


The chair stands empty, where you used to be,
But I knew it was time, for you to go free,
Away from the fragility of the Human Form,
So why do I feel so forlorn?

Yet, I know that we will meet again,
and you will be free, from suffering and pain,
The time and place, is as yet, unknown,
Where we can be together, and no longer all alone.

by J Storer


Thank you for sharing @Robt1

1 Like