One by one, the people have left. The phone is no longer ringing and the text messages have stopped coming. Nobody else is asking what happened or how it happened. Everything that needs to be done has been done. Normal, routine stuff. Now everything has died down and I'm finally alone in my room. It's quiet now. Way too quiet. I turned my back for a moment and you've slipped away too. At least now I have some time to collect my thoughts. Except that my mind is a blank. There are the occassional moments where something starts to stir faintly in me but that, too, seems to be quelled quickly enough. Other than that, there's nothing else. No words, no feelings. I know it hardly seems fair, that everything seems stuck and I cannot come up with the right words for you. The right last words for you. This is all I have for now.
I love you too.
