In the weeks that followed

her certainty grows.

His memory no longer a faint ghost

but a living part of her, roused from slumber.

It was time to go back

Why had he come?

It would never be the same without her.

Her ghost shadows him at every turn.

His mind never resting,

grasping,

wondering,

where is she now?

It doesn't matter, after all, does it?

She is with him.

The bleakness of the empty, silent mornings.