It sounds like a cliche
but the howling emotional vacuum
of no contact with her
by her choice and silence
is more painful than could be possibly imagined.
Especially when
no reason for this is apparent.
Wishing, hoping, sad
but respectful.
After all, several generations previous
did the same thing, one for a decade
until death and regret opened that emotional door.
Imagination rushes in to fill this vacuum
but who really knows why?