Your absence is loud.

Your image is woven so deeply, no matter how hard I try the blissful picture is impossible to unbind; embroidered even to the traces lost with time.

With nothing left, no stone unturned, no landscape, or tree, or bird, your face is engraved in each and every turn.

Your name, though left unspoken, quietly slips between the silences in my words as if not a moment of quiet was ever avowed.

I dare not step outside the self-imposed boundaries of my own recollections as my eyes keep failing to follow your fading gray tracks imprinted on my flesh.

When the stuttering in my head finally quiets down and I dare think that the immutable might fade, I’m left with a pause before the voices come around.

Seemingly in distance, echoes of the moons, stars and oceans across each universe mock the perishing of my last wish, as they remain intact and eternal.

And while their sneers drifts through the galaxy, something stirs in the depths of me; a quiet tremor, a shift unseen, an ember burning where silence had been.

As I cross the boundary, as I end the quiet, with nothing left, I beg the universe to hear me out. But the stars do not answer, only flicker in indifference.

And in their stillness I come to see that no hand will reach out to set me free.

The weight is mine, the path my own, to shape this fate, to let you know.

All else aside, my new wish has formed with only this, may the sun shine brighter with each new dawn.