She sits every day by the window and stares,
Beyond the scenery that you and I see,
She is lost in a memory from long ago,
And for a short time she is free,
She doesn't notice the pain she is in,
For she is living again as a child,
Running and laughing and playing with friends,
Enjoying life again, if only for a little while.

He hold his wife and kisses her cheek,
Though she no longer responds to his touch,
And he wipes the tears that slowly fall
From his eyes that now cry so much,
His heart breaks a little more each day
As he watches her stare from her chair,
Into a time and place only she sees
Where she has no worries or cares.

Her chair now sits alone and empty,
A painful reminder each day,
How he had to watch the woman he loved
Slowly wither and fade away,
She was his whole universe,
Her love so faithful and true,
Now only an empty chair remains,
Leaving him alone and lonely and blue.

No solace awaits those who sit and stare,
For an empty chair holds only grief,
There is no kindness in its design,
Just reflections of the strong becoming weak,
An empty chair is like a cold winter day,
It shows no mercy to those left behind,
Retaining memories too hard to bear,
That mirror a happier time.