The old man sits on his front porch
Beside the old empty chair
Newly vacant…
She occupied it for 60 years
Always beside him…
Thru thick and thin…
60 years of walking with her
60 years of holding her hands
60 years, three children
And now she’s gone…
He tries to drown the silence…
With the TV turned on loud
But the silence is deafening
The silence….
that only she knew how to fill
With her laughter and talk
Lost and empty…
Just like that empty old chair…
on their old front porch…