“There are no roses at the end,
No raised glasses, no speeches,
As a missing person makes the world lighter,
Leaves everyone with a kind of debt.
A name that has no-one floats away
Like a dropped holiday photograph
Of no-one waving from lost blue seas….”
extract from “Missing Person” by Michael Brett
PoetryPix 
A narrative, or maybe a few narratives…
yes and all unspoken on this most terrible of anniversaries
They all leave a space no one else can fill. (K)
so true- empty chairs, empty shoes…