Lost Signals [Ongoing]

the aftermath | iii

In the following days,

as the funeral blooms wilted

and the sympathy cards piled high,

Maya drifted into a persistent fog.

She recollected

the warmth of Danny’s embraces;

how his laughter

was a refuge during dark days

and how his dreams of the future

once sparkled with possibility.

Now, despair took its place.

There were no more shared dreams,

no paths intertwined.

She resolved not to accept

the chapter that fate had written for her

without discovering the full story

—the why and the how.