Transfiguration

And then there is the all-devouring dread:
«some day I might not bring him back …, when my feeble mind can’t help but
lose the contours of his face».
Lost forever, lone and sad, gone forever to the dead …- so far beyond the
barriers of the opposite space.
Yet, alas, despite it all …
walking through these deserted halls …
It’s easy … still … to love the dead…-
It’s easier to love the dead.