Dusty Memories

don't you see?
this empty table,
these empty chairs,
they show me something,
there used to be people
who inhabited this place,
they used to be happy,
they sat in these chairs,
at this very table,
they laughed,
and cried.
They were family
and that made it all OK.
You might have seen them
through the window
talking about the day,
arguing about how the bills
were going to be paid this month
or even what they were going to do
about losing everything they ever had,
but yet the family remained.
It stayed true even in the worst of times
and flourished in the best of them.
Though they are long gone
the table and the chairs still remain.
Sure they are a little bit dusty
and maybe a bit creaky
but they are still here
holding the memory.
These empty chairs,
this empty table,
it's all but a simple
dusty memory.

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