Empty Chairs in Packrat

“Empty Chairs At Empty Tables”
(from Les Miserables)

There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
There’s a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about tomorrow
And tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On this lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
There’s a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the windows.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.

Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more

Still dealing with empty chairs at empty tables, but life has been so very busy as well. Work used to have a down time, but it hasn’t come yet. It seems every other week I’m out of the office for a week-long meeting out of state; I’m preparing to be gone next week and also setting up a meeting at the office this week. I’m out on Wednesday to take my mom to a meeting that has an effect on my inheritance. I’m not the only one waiting to catch her breath, but it’s exciting, too. Lost causes may have life yet. At my age I can still have a crush.