She Works in Silence

She cleans his body in silence.
From head to toe she brushes away the dirt of life and hides the visible signs of death with soap suds and water.
Two hours ago he layed here choking, coughing up blood and gasping for air.
19 years old.
Lung cancer left him old and aging too quickly.
His burdened lungs silencing his life's final screams until death quietd his pain.
His family will soon arrive to morn with his decaying body, an empty shell where the only remaining sound is the loud empty space left by his early departure.
She adjust his hair, closes his eyes and places a teddy bear under his right arm before pulling fresh sheets and blankets over his once warm body.
She is selfless.
Moving silently.
Gently restoring his man's frame to resemble that which his family will remember for the rest of their lives.
She watched his screatching death but they'll hold his silent departure in their minds.
She will find loneliness in her memories of him but now works that they may find solitude in his peaceful resting.
Now he looks as if his death came with ease instead of being silenced he appears to have found solitude in silence and peace in death.
The nurse who loved his frame as if it were Jesus' crucified body before her will hold reality alone, accepting a silence that completes the world secretly.
An absense of sound leaving whatevers left after the silence ends to linger.