In the uncertain shelter of a forgotten grief, the currents drown each whisper of joy, find meaning within absence.
Time, a river flowing backward; reflections of laughter fade, sadness nestles in corners like forgotten dreams.
The world sings songs of ether and bone, echoing softly through the shallow shell of memory pulled from the tide.
Are we mere footprints on the sands of another's sun-bathed soul? Navigation through the silence echoes our defined selves.
What is loss but a question lingering, the reply flitting like shadows cast on a twilight sky?