You know who you are.
You’ll come with me to that quiet, and sometimes awkward place – in conversation.
A place of silence, maybe a few words.
A land of tears.
A place that is now empty, only full of shadows of what could have been.
A place where we lost so much.
A place that hurts to visit, because it confronts us with our own mortality.
You won’t hesitate to travel with me there when all seems to be good with the world. Yet, I need to visit that place of sadness from time to time.
Because you get it.
That place was the only place she was real.
You let me speak her name as if she was right here with us.
She is real to me, and she’s real to you.
Do you know how rare that is?
That makes you a real friend.
Space and time haven’t removed you completely from that horrific event that rocked our worlds, and had us thinking, “I can’t believe that just happened to us.” As if we are immune, but we think that sometimes don’t we? We are human after all.
You come with me to that place because you know love doesn’t end at the grave.
Love lives forever.