My place to remember the way you touched my face, made my heart flutter, and created a major distraction. Noise. Clutter. You.
The occurrence is perfectly preserved. A breath. A pause to capture the moment. Before the after of a future self captured in one thousand words that say nothing will ever be the same.
She gets to share his life. I get to share his love.
Some silences are a quiet relief. Some silences are polite. Some silences, a disguise. This silence, this cause for attention, is an abrupt void. It alludes to sorrow, with its cutting edges and desperate measure.