She hung up the phone. Had they really talked about anything of real consequence or had their conversation only been filled with empty phrases? She considered the different kinds of emptiness.
There is that emptiness that hopefully anticipates being filled with something meaningful. And there is the kind of emptiness you can sometimes stumble upon when you see something so beautiful that you stop in your tracks. Sometimes it can be achieved after a few days on a silent retreat.
But then there is the kind of emptiness that a meaningless conversation leaves behind. When you feel that the other person does not care one whit about you. They ask how you are, but they never listen you your answer – if they even so much as give you a chance to reply. They say all those empty phrases that really do not mean anything. They wish you well, but you get the feeling that they really do not care.
That was the lingering feeling of emptiness she felt after hanging up. It stayed with her the rest of the evening. Like a glass that needs refilling but remains empty. Or a slate that has been wiped clean but you desperately need it to convey a message. Like a friendless life.
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