Empty Couch

The room now seems empty. The silence is deafening, and here I am sitting on the couch we used to sit on together. It once held both of us, but now seems too big for just one person. The couch still looks the same as it was — comfortable and your scent lingers — when we last sat on it, but everything else now has changed. Including us.

A feeling of emptiness fills the air. The cushion beneath me hold memories of our conversations, laughter, and even tears. But now, as I sit here alone, the couch feels different. The space beside me feels like it’s missing something.