Absolution

Eyes Closed and tongues held.

Stale air enters the lungs and bristles the tissue.

Nostalgia hits as they feel the sensation once again. Memories old and tired flash vividly like the infomercials at 4am.

The unsettling realization of silence took them aback. However, this time there is no silence.

Only the static of songs left unsung. An echo against a lit screen. Knees down and hands clasped. Hymns of a lifetime ago hit their lips. Repurposed and desperate.

For the ones long gone. For the ones let go. A prayer of Absolution. For the one still here.

For the one to let go.

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