An empty chair sets between them a line of courtesy that isn’t broke.
A safe zone that is honored.
Passionate voices pass over, maybe a slight, gracing, outstretched touch
but nothing more occupies that empty chair.
Two strangers converse from either side of this emptiness.
Topics vary and jump furiously but each is pushed with that passion.
Strong, yet understanding viewpoints are exchanged. Agreed upon. Argued and Discorded. 
Their passion extends into the airwaves and bounces down on bystanders sitting near
Changing their topics and easily bleeding passion from these new conversationalists.
A once apathetic evening is now absorbed with patrons expressing opinions, getting heated and debating with their souls.
The energy has been awakened, minds are enlightened and then she calls out:
“Last Call.”