The Empty Chair

The room hums, hollowed by your loss. Your laughter echoes against brittle walls. I reach for you in fading light. Shadows answer where you used to be. The stars blink, quiet, cold, distant. You are silence, a tearthrown sea. Best friend, your absence carves deep. I call your name; the world won't speak. (Grayson, you were my best friend even if you aren't here anymore. I love you, and a part of me died with you)