Empty chairs
Plates still set
Photos on the wall
We haven’t faced them yet

Boots by the door
Dust on the frame
Everyone loves to count the flags
But I count names

Too many gone
To a war nobody wins
Mothers hold the air
Like they’re holding them again
The fire fade out
But the hurt stays the same
We lose whole worlds
When we lose one name

Letters in a box
Folded
Stained
Promises of “see you soon”
Rain on the windowpane

They said “for peace”
They said “be brave”
But peace is just a quiet street
Lined with graves

Too many gone
To a war nobody wins
Mothers hold the air
Like they’re holding them again
The fire fade out
But the hurt stays the same
We lose whole worlds
When we lose one name