That Empty Chair
Sometimes it seems
like it was a series of dreams-
that day when I wore that dress of white
and the world had finally felt so right
then all of that time we had shared
to do the things that only we dared
than that day when you hadn't come home
and for the first time ever I felt completely alone
now there's only an empty chair
to say that you were ever there
and when they raise the red, white, and blue
all I can do is remember you
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