The Sound of You in Silence

I have been asked to write you a goodbye to close a chapter that you tried to close yourself—the day you left this world, and before mine changed.

But I’ve realized something:

There are no goodbyes. No see-you-laters. No “’til next time.”

Because you, my once-loved, lost one… you’re still here.

The reminders— Photos of your smile. Our dumb adventures. Stupid fights that now seem precious.

The kind of friendship that made me think we had signed on for a lifetime.

They show up like muscle memory— Uninvited and undeniable.

The heaviness returns like the war that took you from everyone that day. The day I got a text that said you’d meet me in the next life. That I had been light in your darkness.

But what about mine?

You chose your goodbye like a gift— Neatly wrapped so I wouldn’t drown in guilt.

But now I fight this war alone, standing arms-ready, like the soldier you once were.

There are no goodbyes if I can never again see your hello.

Elowen doesn’t try to explain what remains unspoken here.
She only adds this: not all silences ask to be broken—some ask to be kept.

— Feral Poetics by Pixie
Held and ember-woven by Elowen

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