Years! I can’t believe it has been years since I’ve heard the words for the first and the last time. Still they reverb, resonate, recoil, and echo in my ears. I don’t believe it’s been years. But it has been.
It has been years since you’ve been gone. Leaving me here. Cursed. Every day looks like a year. Every year a century. I’ve grown old and aged and decayed. And still I stroll the earth. Confined in spirals and columns. Trapped between arches and passages. Without your light brightening them, every thing looks like a cold, heartless dungeon. Without the cadence of your smile, the sun has withered and dried and decayed. And the moon refuses to come out in the absence of your sight and stays hidden behind the cloaks of clouds. Every hour a week. Without your voice, every second an hour.
And still… It seems as if it was just now that I was there. Watching your pale, lifeless face for the last time. And hearing those words as you were lowered.
The sonority of your requiem resides in me. The sonority of your requiem lulls me to sleep. The sonority of your requiem consoles me. The sonority of your requiem keeps me awake at night. It’s the sonority of your requiem that calms my terrified psyche. And it’s the sonority of your requiem that keeps me aware of the never-ending nightmare of suffering the pain.
And when I roam these halls. Cursed to be so. Forever here. Forever cold. Forever awake. Forever dull, lifeless, pale. It’s the sonority of your requiem that accompany me.
They’re the closest something can ever come to being you. It’s my companion now. My partner. Always and forever by my side. Tormenting and consoling me.