On that day - I remember I was talking into the phone. Explaining something about myself. Trying to keep the conversation going. It must have been a few minutes as I continued speaking, and then realized that there was complete silence from the other side.
I tried calling back a few times across days. You, on the other side had gone completely quiet.
Silence is like concrete, with every passing day - both the sun and the rain - make it more insular.
Exile me, cut away the conversations. One question, for you, just in case you die, should I come to your memorial, or should I silently say a prayer?
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