i m starring at this empty chair listening for the laughter that went clear up to the ceiling it s so long since you were sitting there and now the rust is rusting and the paint is peeling i miss you i read your letters and i almost break they re warm like flannel i can still smell your after shave i don t spend all my time missing you like this but when it hits it hits you felt like home and i feel you now straight to the bone i miss you this sure can be a lonely place i want to look up and see you there standing in the doorway and i d give anything to kiss your face and help you blow out the candles on your next birthday i want to hear you in the kitchen making noise singing out a tune at the top of your voice i wear these memories it s a blessing and a curse because when it hurts it hurts 