The absence of company in this room, as this day we celebrate. You can't be seen but you're always heard. repeating every word. Like the singing bird. I'm in the distance between a gentle embrace and the smoothness of my cheeks pressing onto your face. Space separates us and the time. It increases all the while the clothing you have knitted no longer fits my body or the soles of my feet. Your footsteps were swept away by a force. As the clock counted down I prayed you'd recover. That your illness was nothing out of the ordinary. Simply momentary they'd discover.
I miss you so...
