It’s funny right? How one moment you’re looking at someone at the split second you look away, they are gone.
Not gone to another room or another location or maybe just maybe to play the hide and seek game with you, not that gone.
They are gone. Dead
And all you’re left with are reminders that in deed they were, they existed, just just aren’t anymore. Funny
You wake up to hear their whiny cry for food or to be held. Weird, no such thing anymore. The silence is deafening and you wonder if you might be loosing it. No you’re not loosing it, at least not yet.
Not even when the doctor gives you that tranquilizer they give to mad cows to calm them down, oh no! not yet. You know you’re loosing it when you hear the voice in every little creature that open their larynx to express themselves, but you can’t tell anyone this.
How can you? when everyone has long moved on, are you not overdoing it at this point talking about this person? attention seeking much?
So you play with the wrapper you shared, still buy the soap they used, the blanket they barely used, and on their birthday you shut out the world and visualize the birthday bash you’d throw for them. It doesn’t matter if they did not see the earth for up to a year, no scratch that, they did not see the world for up to two months.
But still they would be eleven and you would have thrown a bash, no you’re not crazy, the world is just a bit too fast in moving.