A Living Experience with Death

Alone in the kitchen, I called your name. Awaiting a response, I heard
nothing but the creek in the floor. For the second time, I called your
name, awaiting a response. This time, I felt goosebumps on my back, that
same creek in the floor, and the heart beat of the clock come closer
and grow louder in my face. Seconds went by, it was back to normal. Back
to my new normal life. Silence. With you gone. Death is the worst.