Quiet

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied 

Who told me time would ease me of my pain! 

I miss him in the weeping of the rain; 

I want him at the shrinking of the tide; 

The old snows melt from every mountain-side, 

And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; 

But last year’s bitter loving must remain 

Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. 

There are a hundred places where I fear 

To go,—so with his memory they brim. 

And entering with relief some quiet place 

Where never fell his foot or shone his face 

I say, “There is no memory of him here!” 

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

This Will Destroy You - Quiet

A quiet farewell to everything that can't be last forever... Life, followed by death. The warmth of the hands, replaced by the coldness of loneliness. The sound of music fading into silence. The sadness that fills the void left after all of this. And the beauty left to live forever.