I will wait in this silence, listening to the echo of who you were, until the day I am finally permitted to follow.

I will carry her memory like a sacred burden until the day I finally leave this world to find her again.

I will spend the rest of my days dwelling in the echo of her presence, waiting for the moment I can finally join her.

I stopped asking for words and simply pleaded for the only thing that could stop my weeping: your arms around me.

Since you won't speak, I only ask that you hold me and let your touch do the work your silence has made impossible.

If you cannot give me a reason to stay, please, just give me your arms and silence this need with a hug.

Returning to the waking world with a healed heart, she no longer feared her grim duty, smiling through her songs as she caught the subtle, comforting scent of the lonely entity who faithfully waited in the shadows just to hear her sing.

It was actually kind of sad to imagine they would stay that way forever as long as there was still power being generated in this otherwise empty world.

Left entirely behind in the vast, empty void of the afterlife, Death could only stare into the quiet darkness, weeping softly as he accepted that eternal isolation was a destiny reserved strictly for him.

Coincidentally, the single downvote disappeared from his posts.

Please, reach out and begin this fire before the cold breeze of your absence burns me to the ground.

The room went quiet as one by one all the girls pulled out the same hand written poem that they thought had been written "just for them".

Watching her expertly hustle her friends while keeping the whole table laughing made it the best Sunday I’d had in years.

They don't have to live my life, I do.

On that day, everyone in the room insulted the baby by calling her "windmill".

(Author's Notes: Would be Sadness or Comedy flair, I'm not sure.)

Upstairs, her son frustratingly screamed that’s she wasn’t her type, and from the basement came the girl’s trembling reply: “She keeps calling me by her own name”.

I watch the sky weeping for our lost connection, realizing that "one" was a fate we were never destined to achieve.

I look up at the horizon and finally ask the question that has haunted me all along: will we ever meet again?

That's why all of you were, are, and will always be single.

I finally understand why the sky is crying; it knows that some paths are never meant to cross again.

I said, “Anywhere you are.”

When Jack got home, his wife met him at the door with the biggest hug and the wettest of kisses, and for the first time that day, Jack smiled.

I tell myself I am saving his life, but sometimes I wonder if I am simply trading his death for the slow suffocation of his spirit.

I learned too late that while the world loved my voice, she was the only one who truly loved the singer.