I hear the whisper of your name
During family silences
Ones accompanied by teary faces
Bringing life to all the stories
That make you a part of us.
As we slowly find the way back
To hiding behind emotionless masks
I notice grandma's eyes betray her
Revealing the unfillable hole within
A sadness that can only be carried
By a mother's broken heart.
You left on your motorcycle
Promising to be back in time for dinner
Like the countless times before
Except this time you never returned
To make your excuse
About missing dinner again.
Your face remains my oldest memory
From a time when being human
And being a god meant the same
Forever bound to walk the earth
Not fragile strings
Capable of being cut prematurely.
And yet you live on,
In the photos around me
In the prayers that my father hum
In the loving words departing people's lips
In the vacant space you left behind
Remaining forever unchanged
While I grow taller, stronger, older
Old enough to be your age
The night you missed dinner one last time.
I hope to meet you one day
In a world unknown
And hold you in a tight embrace
Like a nephew would his favourite uncle
Excited to hear his stories first-hand.
And until then to know you better
From the fragments of your light
That fade with time
But never fully vanish
Reminding us of how you lived life
And not just how life outlived you.