I strive to make it normal,
Just like class every day.
But the heaviness in the air
Seems to get in the way.
There’s an empty chair,
That we all try not to see.
We struggle to just move on
It’s where you should always be.
And as I look across the room,
Eyes begging for reprieve.
This hurt that surrounds us
Just won’t get up and leave.
It’s not fair. We don’t know why.
And we may not ever know.
But God is in the midst of this
Holding our hearts and sorrow.
