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| The chair by the fire The empty chair by the fire sits waiting. It's emptiness a constant reminder of one who will never come back to claim his place. The shadows of the firelight cast an eerie glow on the chair. In my mind's eye.. I can see his face.. his body stretched out .. gazing into the fire. He looks at me.. realizing that I am watching him. A slow sweet smile comes across his face. Our eyes meet. No words are spoken.. none are needed. His eyes speak volumes to me. The speak of love and warmth... shared by the ones near to us. They speak of the contentment he feels at this moment. Yet deeper.. they speak of pain. They tell me that he know's this will never be again. They say he's leaving us. Unable to accept his world as it is.. he makes the choice to leave us. His pain cant' be understood by those of us .. who love him so dearly. There are no words that can take his pain from him. Death has seduced him.. and he is hers. But.. the chair still waits. |
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