Conversations with an Empty Chair (7) - What If

What if all my prayers were answered?

What if the future held no fear, no grief, no loneliness?

What if all went well, eventually?

(For me, that means, "what if you were here?" I know you can't be, but you sort of are, too, aren't you? I know what you'd say on any given subject, how you'd react. Your voice is inside my head, always. So, what if you were here? Like you used to be.)

How would I live then?

I should start living like that now.
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