Reflections at the Columbarium

If this wall could speak, it would break ten years of silence and sadness, of regret and madness. It would wonder about my life, my family, and my happiness. It would ask to see pictures of everyone it loves, to see just how much life has changed as it has remained the same. It would reach out for an embrace but stop abruptly at its polished surface, before returning to silence. Only the reflection of a hollow man remains, kneeling before eternity but wishing for just one more day.