That feeling.
Was it presence or what it just emptiness? It's not clear. At least it is there; a feeling. Remind me when you crept throughout, you could only hear the carpet crush beneath your feat. You didn't want much and you sure couldn't remember much, but anything I did for you was out of love. Your not here now; I wonder what you are.
I don't know if it was shock but I couldn't bare a tear. I was the last of us to see what was left of you. I sat to the foot of the bed and just stared at you, a visual meditating lock of energy projection and protection. They pumped junk through your veins. There was no sound of that beeping machine, the nurse knew it was coming, we all did. I watched your chest as it moved for the final breath.