29withsk
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Now, Prapai wanders the halls of his grief
like an unfinished portrait-
a face without its subject,
a love letter addressed tono one.
Somewhere, Sky exists without
remembering
how fiercely he was cherished.
Somewhere, Prapai whispers his into the hollow of a pillow, praying the wind will carry it back to a boy who no longer knows he wasloved to ruin.
"Tell me, how does a man bury someone who is still alive?"