Looking through the room, all I can
See is an empty chair
The chair that was with a person
With whom I shared my thoughts with
The chair that used to stand for a Friendship bond between us
A bond that stronger than any friendship I had ever known
The empty chair was not just a chair but a sign that you were always there
But now you're gone and there the chair will last until the person whom was sitting there comes back
By: Marysol Hinojosa
Dedicated to a true friend who has past on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True friends are an asset. Lucky are those who have true friends in this world of use and misuse. Good one Marysol Keep writing