There is no more pain nor distress, except in our shell shocked hearts. There is only silence and the finality of the last moment. What becomes of the years walking the hallways and avenues of living? Is it just as meaningful anyway? And for whom?
You said that you have chosen your tomorrow well. You wanted us to be happy and to cheer you on.
And so, you put on your best face. We did not think it was all a charade.
There is this space in our days where you used to be. How do we fill it now?