The Empty Chair

There's a chair in the corner that use to be taken
Amongst where tables where not kept unshaken
The smiles of close friends were nicely cemented
And the heavy hearts had spoken and vented

The chair in the corner that use to be taken
Belongs to a friend who was wrongly mis-taken
Without prior warning his chair is now bare
But though left unsaid, all know it's his chair

The chair in the corner that use to be taken
Is left for him solely, until he awakens.