the room

The room is empty,
But it’s still filled with memories.

The sweet sound of your voice.

The feeling of your gentle touch.

Still flows,
Threw me when I’m in this room.

What was once a loud room,
Full of voices is now dead with silence.

Why must it be this way?

Why must the thought of you,
Only be in haunting memories.

Of the things that were,
But never will be again.

The room is empty,
But your spirit lives on.

The room may be empty,
But the fun will never go away.

The room is empty,
But our love will never fade.

The room is empty,
But our love will always stay.