I once sat at the table,
where laughter echoed,
and familiar faces softened the silence.
But now the chair is empty,
the seat once filled with love,
now just a hollow space.
They say time heals,
but time has only shown me
how fragile love can be,
how easily it crumbles
under the weight of my truth.
I long for the days
when they called me by my nameâ
before the world saw me differently.
But now, I walk alone,
and the ghosts of those I've lost
haunt me in the quiet spaces.
Yet I stand taller,
though the ache lingers,
because I know this path
is mine to walk,
even if the ones I loved
are no longer beside me.