Echoes of You in an Empty Room

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?"