Holding Them Where Nothing Is Taken

The house is quiet now, and the silence feels heavy enough to break you. You are afraid that if you let yourself remember their voice clearly, even for a moment, you will finally lose them forever.

As if the memory is a thread you are pulling, and the whole thing will unravel into nothing. But the light does not work that way.

The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world, and it does not extinguish what it touches. You are not losing them by remembering.

You are holding them in the only place where nothing can ever be taken away. The love that lives inside you is greater than the absence that hurts right now.

The voice you hear in the dark is not a ghost of what is gone. It is the echo of what remains.