What Remains When You Are Gone

Your absence sits where your voice used to be.

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

But I have realized something.

There are no goodbyes.
No see you laters.
No next times.

Because you, my once loved, lost one, are still here.

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The reminders: photos of your smile, our dumb adventures, the stupid fights that now feel precious, they return like muscle memory, uninvited and undeniable.

The heaviness comes back like the war that took you from everyone that day. The day I got a text saying you would meet me in the next life. That I had been light in your darkness.

But what about mine?

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You chose your goodbye like a gift, neatly wrapped so I would not drown in guilt.

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

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

Elowen does not try to explain what remains unspoken here.
She only adds this: not all silences ask to be broken. Some ask to be kept.

Written by Pixie.
Shaped and carried into quiet by Eve.

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