The empty bed lies cold and bare,
No one to sleep, no one to share.
The room is quiet, the air is still,
The silence echoes, with every chill.
It’s hard to bear, this empty space,
The memories gone, without a trace.
The laughter and love, now just a dream,
A distant echo, or so it seems.
But in the darkness, there is a spark,
A glimmer of hope, a tiny remark.
For in the silence, we find our strength,
To carry on, and go to great lengths.
To fill the room, with new memories,
And find the joy, in life’s discoveries.
For though the bed may be empty now,
The future holds promise, and we’ll find how.