The empty chair, a silent judge,…

The empty chair, a silent judge,
My own echo, a whispered nudge.
The world outside, a vibrant hum,
While I stand frozen, feeling numb.
A chasm wide, a lonely plain,
Where sunbeams falter, and doubts remain.
But in the hush, a fragile plea,
A hope that someone else might see.
A gentle hand, a spoken name,
Can melt the ice and feed the flame.
For in this vast and crowded space,
We're not alone, though time may race.
A shared glance, a knowing nod,
A bridge built over the lonely sod.