Unexpected phone calls in the very early morning have a distinctive ring.
You know but don’t want to know. You speak when there are no words. Strained relationships take a hiatus. A bitter truce is called. Awkward silence is ignored. Everyone bears the brunt and does their part to shoulder the burden. Memories flash as sporadically as children climbing the jungle gym on a playground. Plans for the future clash with past regrets.
Faith is strengthened, questioned and tested.
Conversation is surface level. The truth is final.
Nothing lasts as long as these memories.
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