Sometimes the silence is too difficult
To listen to, to hear, to acknowledge
It can be filled, but it always returns
Every return harder to filter.
Each time that you are forced to acknowledge,
That the only voice, for that you listen,
Is the voice you must accept, you cannot
Hear again, as it is already gone.
Last words mouthed, but not spoken aloud
And then you were gone, though I sat with you
Surrounded in love as you said goodbye
To us, to life, to the world that you knew.
Rejoining your family, already
Departed. You will wait for us to come.