You are sitting alone, but the chair across from you is not empty.
No one sits there but the heart knows a presence.
A heart that only one can know.
It asks a question.
But the answer is known.
It just forgot for a lifetime it seems.
It is a subtle presence that feels deeply.
And the heart doubts it.
Tell me, is it real?
"I miss you. I wish you were here."
We were a team it cries out.
He gracefully makes a landing, gripping the wire.
"I AM here."
He is a spec, just like the one I know, not making a grand entrance.
The heart knows for certain that the chair is not empty.
It's just the magical moment that the need, the crying out, the presence, the answer and the certainty collide.
And nothing but a collection of perfect moments from a master who could create such a lasting effect on the heart.
