A Song with No Lyrics

It lingers in the mornings as a dark figure
Of what you once were here.

I refuse to speak your name, something
Will catch my words when I try to speak-

Your absence has grown accustomed to silence
Covering every part of the room.

There is still a place for your empty chair.
Like a mournful song with no lyrics.

You can’t say anything with someone missing.

Allow that nothing to echo.