Conversations with an empty chair (6) - I don’t feel much...

Conversations with an empty chair (6) - I don’t feel much of anything right nowThe grief hits you in a while. And the greater...Why do I keep talking to you as if you’re still here? It’s just an empty chair I’m talking to. No one’s there. At best, you’re in my imagination. You’re in my memory, too, of course, but that’s only in the past. It’s not now. When it hurts too much to breathe, I imagine you talking me down from the ledge. Only it’s not really you, is it? It’s an empty chair. It’s nothing.Nothing but a hope.A hope against hope.Stupid, eternal, undying hope.