Empty Spaces

I still hear your laughter, echoes in the hall,

But the silence grows louder when night starts to fall.

Your sweater's in the closet, your picture on the shelf,

I keep holding on, though I'm losing myself.

And I try to move on, but the past won't let go,

Every corner I turn is a shadow of you.

These empty spaces, they're haunting me tonight,

Everywhere I go, I feel you by my side.

The air is heavy, the world's grown cold,

I'm missing the warmth of the hand I used to hold.