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Cold marble, pale as alabaster...
Whoever thought this was a good way to mark Shepard's final resting place? Or what represents it... there was no body to bury. It should be black marble, with red and white striped inlay to honor what his life stood for.
But it would still be wrong.
Where is the resonant voice, the piercing blue of his eyes? Where is the warm smile he always offered me when he asked for the update?
How can I remember things that never had a chance to happen? A touch, a kiss... words of love I never said.