Things That Bang

It happens. You hear your name being called from beyond the grave. Your heart stops. The voice is so familiar, the grief resurrects, the pain hold you still and you gasp for your breath. Could it be? How could it be?

You sleep and they visit you in your dreams. They tell you they are real; they are here to stay. You believe and they vanish once again. The betrayal rips you apart once again and you cry never again.

Death never leaves you alone. Every living moment reminds you of your own mortality. But it isn't your own death that worries you so but of those you love. Death fetters the bond but not the love.

The love lies buried deep within like an eternally grieving widow, nursing a pain that knows no healing. You see them live in the eyes and smiles of those left behind and yet nothing is the same no more.

You live, you laugh and yet when the voice calls you everything comes crashing down in that hushed whispered moment