Silence

 Okay, I can understand that you are no longer, as if in the background a part of me claims you. The same part that refuses to accept that the end point is inevitable. I take it to my vera as an old condemnation of us those that sooner or early we will close our eyes. The human being can hold on to any idea whenever saved. A lie can be accepted by all, as long as they do not take you out of your comfort zone. So, I can tell my brain that you're just asleep, but this time you didn't say when you were going to wake up.
We are like this, the uncomfortable truth to anyone who is not prepared to listen to it. And it is true that no one was prepared not to listen to you again. We can simply sell our eyes with the mantle of suspicion so as not to see the truth naked.
I could say that life prepares you to look at death, but although it may be true, it is not the purpose of living, it is what death expects in the end. Summarizing life at a point is a matter of fools, summarizing death in a silence, it is a truth.
Who is prepared to leave? He who has all the answers, and you have more questions.
I don't think we see each other again, after death it is very likely that there is nothing else. Hope is not the last thing that is lost, it is the 2nd, because the first thing is illusion. Even so, I send you the hug that you will never receive, the same one that I will never give you today.
To continue smiling in my days, I deceive me then and I trust that over time everything will improve.