You don't really see it coming,
Years,
Months,
Weeks,
Days,
And then one day,
Gone,
Just like that,
Words unspoken,
Hanging heavy in the air,
Bedside whispers,
Quiet tears,
Whispered prayers,
The atmosphere once so alive,
Almost electric,
Now squeezed as tight as a throat,
Sore and threadbare,
Every nerve tightened,
Waiting turning to a silent despair,
Awaiting death.
~Rei Shiori
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