One Empty Station

The room was field with empty noise,
Like a cloud of random voice.
Thousands of words storm my ear,
But no trace of crisp laughter to hear.


I tried to search for the missing piece;
Filtering the sounds and frequencies.
Realization then struck me:
One station was empty.


I extracted her bouncy voice from memory,
And recalled her spirit's genuine glee.
My thoughts took me back to old conversations;
Then another look at the empty station.


She flashed a faint smile for the show;
But it lacked the familiar glow.
She chuckled a bit as she spoke,
But devoid with the usual life and echo.


I walked out the room with a heavy heart,
And felt the deafening silence behind my back.
I hoped I could suck all the weariness out,
As I closed the door and left everything in the dark.


I closed my eyes to utter a little prayer,
And wished for more strength for the fighter.
Please bring back the glow and luster,
On that one empty corner.