A Farewell For Both
Kelsey’s funeral was a quiet, intimate affair—a sparse gathering wrapped in stillness. I carried with me delicate flowers and forgotten letters, long overdue yet deeply necessary. As I placed them down, they became tokens of unsent longings, sealed over time with quiet whispers of “if only.” This simple act was my farewell—not just to Kelsey, but to the lingering shadows of what could have been. The breeze carried the rhythm of memory, offering no promises, yet gently hinting at the unspoken connections we once held so closely.
A Farewell For Both
Truths In The Quiet
Two stories converged at the same ending—a truth forged from deceit and unwritten memories. Though their paths diverged, echoes of a shared tale lingered in the shadows. Each week, I returned to their resting place—soft earth cradling bones and buried truths beneath delicate blades of grass. There, under the weight of the breeze or the release of tears, I balanced hope and heartbreak, like fragile lullabies whispered against the deafening silence. These unseen reckonings stood as silent monuments, marking lives forever entwined by the thread of time.
Truths In The Quiet
