On a still night in May, the veil between life and death thinned.
I sat alone in a world of shadowed silence when death came to visit. The air was quiet, thick with the heaviness that comes around 4 AM, when darkness creeps further into the land of the living, wrapping its tentacles around your soul.
I felt you, brother. And for that fleeting moment, I was not alone.
Your urgent, yet gentle, energy caressed the back of my neck, leaving tip toes of memories in icy imprints.
“Look after Mum,” you whispered as you said goodbye for the final time.
Quiet yet poignant in such a small space. Wonderful piece!
Beautiful piece! Keep writing.
I felt as if I was allowed to observe a very personal and final moment. Beautiful.