An echoing silence.
The infamous din is haunting.
Not the loss, but that one

Not one split-second can go by without the ringing.
Yearning for one last flicker of-
It’s impossible to watch.
Her eyes closed
As it seemed to the ones left behind
But as her eyes closed, a whole world opened
a world maybe an imitation or maybe just forgotten

Eyes bend reality to make reality what is needed
as that beep
is heard,
the reality is no longer bent
it is reflected
in to the eyes all at once
a moment of realisation.

Open eyes and fleeting smiles
Maybe there’s just a little-

Violet Morgan

A poem from the daughter of a trusted friend.