Empty Spaces

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I walked through the darkened living room just now and gave a little gasp as I looked toward your spot. 

Your chair is so empty. 

Gone is your big personality and sheer joy at being alive. Gone is the glass of water, the box of tissues, the tank of oxygen. Gone is your Swiss Army knife, as faithful a friend as an inanimate object can be. Gone is your wallet, your tums, all those things that helped ease some of your struggles in those last days. 

Gone. Empty. 

What once was full is now empty...