The silence spoke a million words. I stared at you across this empty space and wished you could hear me. I kept the sound of my voice as a rarity, so when I talked, you'd listen. And every whisper became softer until silence again. I dipped in and out of confusion, and my disappearances from your world became frequent. You never left my mind. When I heard the train I thought of you, and just so fast you had passed me by.
The photograph of you remained crumpled in my pocket. My hand had caressed that portrait more than I had caressed your real face. My heart broke a little at the intangible thought. You were so amused at your brother that you could not suppress your laughter. That smile printed itself in my palm and in my memory. I imagined the sound of your voice echoing through the attic hall. Even in summer the air was cool. The best part was the waiting. You had my patience and my heart. Sometimes I'd sit for hours pretending to dream and then I realised I could not wake up. I had engraved you so many times in my mind that you were never really gone. It was the only way I could hold on as we slipped away into silence. No laughter, no whispers, not a single word from your lips. You spoke to me only with your eyes. Your tears were the purest thing to ever caress your face.
