death is not a scream
it is the hush that comes late
when all the voices forget your name
and the light rejects to touch your face.
its the cold in the room
the place your sweater still hangs
and your scent still floats
but no one breathes deep anymore.
it is the ache in a mother's spine
as she kneels by a bed that just too clean,
the way she whispers "goodnight"
to the air again and again and again.
it is the weight in a friend's chest
when laughter rumbles at your name,
how joy tastes like ash
when you're no longer there to hear it.
death is the echo of what was
you hear it
in the hollow of what is.
a casket closed.
a world shattered .
hearts still beating
fragile...fractured .
but know it never stops raining
inside the ones who love you.