It lives on

The silence speaks and your words live on.

The books read and unread live on.

The photographs taken live on.

The occasions remembered live on.

The dates, the days, the memories.

Those family moments shared, the occasions shared, the words, the jokes, the anecdotes, the stories… they all live on.

They live, they breathe, they have a life of their own.

And yet…

There’s silence.

The silence that brings the evenings down.

The silence that says it. Nothing more. Nothing less.

It’s final. It’s over. And it’s silence.

And the silence lives on.

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