till death hits home, it is only a metaphysical concept - an idea. that arouses philosophy.

each one of us processes death in personal definitions. what the gone meant to us, what we meant to them. which of his words ring in our ears, while his eyes shine, although the words were surely said to us on the phone which meant we didn't see those eyes, not then at least. what the absence proves about us as people, what it says to us, how it calls us - as always - in life. it is always apt. what it says about distance and past and memories, also those that weren't formed.

and when people die on us unexpectedly, peacefully, do they smile as they go away. like they always did in life, with every cackling joke?

more even than the words, why do their signature tones speak still