The Empty Chair

Oh, love, My father, my brother, my uncle, my friend, my love Why must "hello" always end with "goodbye?" I hold back my tears, making it hard not to cry But why? I try and try and try To understand, but I can't answer the "why." Your chair is still empty I can't stand to hear the sympathy Just the thought of your absence makes me sick I think on and I say, "What a dirty little trick." To give and take, and give and take. To give and give and give, and take and take and take Oh, why did you go? To leave people who need you so. What a horrible trick To leave the chair without a name to it. Why can't you come back? Why can't I demand you come back? Can't I just say "return" And you fill that chair where you once were? No, you are gone forever Pain and suffering you will feel never And we have that chair That chair plucks memories from the air. Why that chair? I grow to hate that chair That chair Just there That chair seems to haunt me Taking all the peace I achieved Why must we have that chair? That empty chair