Odes Of The Absent

We often speak of loss as something to recover from, as if time will erase the sting, and we will once again stand whole. But the truth is that some losses don't fade. They don't leave. Instead, they sink, weaving themselves into the very fabric of who we are. We may seek to fill the void they've created, but the void is never truly empty. It becomes something else entirely — a space that hums wit...