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There’s a chair by the window
no one sits in anymore.
Morning light arrives slowly
spilling softly on the floor.
Dust moves gently in the sunlight
like a quiet drifting sea,
and the empty wooden silence
still remembers you and me.
The chair by the window
still waits every day,
holding the shadows
that never went away.
The chair by the window
knows more than we know,
some things stay behind us
even after we go.
Pages turning in the evening,
cups of tea that slowly cooled,
little thoughts and quiet moments
when the restless world was muted.
Nothing loud and nothing grand
ever lived within that place
just the weight of passing hours
resting softly in that space.
The chair by the window
still waits every day,
holding the shadows
that never went away.
The chair by the window
knows more than we know,
some things stay behind us
even after we go.
Maybe all the simple moments
never truly disappear,
maybe time just folds them gently
somewhere close to being here.
The chair by the window
still waits every day,
holding the shadows
that never went away.
The chair by the window
knows more than we know,
some things stay behind us
even after we go.
The chair by the window
quiet and still,
holding the echoes
the silence can fill.
The chair by the window
soft as the glow,
somewhere our memories
continue to grow.