In the Silence Between

Often, she repeats the words that once belonged to him, their echoesss soft on her tongue. Her eyes blink slowly, deliberately, as his used to, a rhythm she can’t seem to unlearn. Their memories lie dormant in the shadowed corners of her heart, where she dares not tread, fearing the ache they might awaken.

Some days, though, the thoughts of him crawl back, unbidden and relentless, stirring the stillness within. The urge to reach out tightens its grip, an ache she cannot escape.

Shh. She quiets her racing mind. Somewhere, she hopes, he’s well.