It's Still Life

Intro: Some echoes aren’t loud. They linger. This is one of them.

9 or 27 Echobane – (A vow that outlived you)

She opens the window, and the wind hops in like a memory—bold, uninvited, wearing his voice like a borrowed coat: I cherish you, it says, like it never once meant I’ll leave you.

Felreil stands in the hallway where the bathtub used to be, where water once knew how to cradle a body too tired to ask for saving.

She runs her hand along the wallpaper, hears it lift from plaster like a bandage from skin—grief whispering you’re not done in the same breath as move on.

She’s remarried, he’s kind, and the new ring catches light like a promise—it hums against the echo of the old one, like iron fusing iron in a forge neither man ever lit.

Felreil doesn’t judge—only listens to the shape of silence in a house that’s learned how to carry more than one ghost.

And when she laughs—quiet, cracked, almost free—he whispers, Some echoes outlive us not because they broke us, but because we never let them go far enough to die.

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Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story including the word “fuse”.  Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.