subject line: With an Empty Armchair. May 10, 2015 by Hannah Brencher waco, texas This an email to a person who was once a friend...who chose to walk away, to leave, to break and sever and hurt in the most painful way the bond we once had. We’d bought an armchair together once - a whim of two people shopping together who had a mutual love of books and cozy chairs. Then things ended. And the armchair sat in my room for months, gave me comfort, provided support on rainy days. Until at last the person blew back in and demanded it back. In the end, despite the joy and fondness I had for the chair, it was not worth her presence in my life again. And so this poem came to be...and I let it go. ”With an Empty Armchair”I don’t really care now.I hope you know that.But I also no longer careWhether you do or not,Because your opinion will Never matter again.I look at the armchair -Solid, warm, comfortingAlways there.Perhaps like what I was to youOnce long ago.It stands alone. Empty. Like you, I think.I don’t care anymore.You may have it - and maybeYou will smile with triumph.But I think even the worn corners of The armchair know the truth,That it doesn’t matter any moreAnd nothing will change the fact That you are alone.An armchair doesn’t fillAn empty heart.I think you will learn that soonAnd I’m not sorry.Because now I have no reminderOf you. And I am glad - I have erased you from my LifeAs if you were never there.And I am free.But all you will ever be is aloneWith an empty armchair.