Empty halls

A slip of cold to numb the ache
Of friends gone far and empty walls
By plane by car, or truck, or train
In all the parts just not these halls
Where memory stays to sit and bake
It's there regret and thanks will brawl

It's true enough that time moves on
And people come and others go
But the space they filled is never gone
Just like the stage after a show
Swept and cleaned, echoing of song
But hope of encore continues to glow