Breathless

The silence of death is the unfathomable you can’t contend with, losing the sound of words and laughter, quiet echoes from beyond the grave. Fresh sight and fragrant scent, never to be regained. Silence dances in your sadness as you want to lay down your own final breath for the same.

It’s unconscionable that a voice you hear a thousand times a day, for a thousand days, which has whispered a thousand prayers, instantly deletes into an odious, unrecognisable oblivion, of the most unmerciful, most unkind. Blinded by shadows, constance and belies.

Their faith in you to climb high, to soar towards a bluer sky, dimming and decaying with each and every day passing by. Left with a too consuming vacuum, not enough stars shine for their illuminating divine light. An end to their endless protection, to love, live and die.

Time ages shady fading frames, untouchable in your mind’s eye. Evading, and pervading every pore and molecule, and nothing, all at the same time. A daily battle pushed to the boundary edges of your own broken soul, mourning a love so potent, a love to never again know, or behold.