The Void Poem by bryan wallace

Evening sunlight filters through dusty window panes
Casting soft amber shadows on a dusty floor.
An empty leather armchair casts its long shadow.
The feelings of emptiness fills the void -
In the atmosphere of this deserted parlour.
The former occupant of this empty space -
Gone in body and person but never forgotten.
Their spirit still fills the chambers of the heart,
Still echoes through the dusty recesses of the mind.
The physical attributes fade like the evening sun,
The spirit and soul still live on for posterity.