Ears Open, No Sound

After Mom first died, I used to go down to the cemetery after school and sit there for hours.  I would talk to her and imagine that she was answering me back.  I miss the sound of her voice. It was reassuring and comforting and...only hers.

Sometimes I still go to the cemetery to visit her.  I still sit there for hours talking to her...but I no longer imagine that she is answering me back.  Honestly, I cannot remember what her voice sounded like as well anymore.

The silence is deafening.