I stand next to your open grave almost six years after you left me. I accuse him of having deliberately removed your bones without waiting for me to be here, because I see nothing but dirt in the pit. I cried in the supermarket with such a shopping list. Words once flowed from that jawbone, kisses and goodbyes at airports, ferry docks, comforting murmurs as we drifted off to sleep. For 30 years I listened to you speak, but I cannot remember your voice now as I stand numb beside your grave.

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Persons: Eftyhios, “ Locations: Athens