The death of a loved one doesn't hurt,
no, it doesn't.
What hurts is all that does not die.
All the belongings that suddenly belong to no one,
that room which is now nothing but a place of happy-sad memories,
each object in it covered with the energy of the one who passed on.
Every moment spent in that room,
every smell that room has,
even the way things are kept,
everything just adds to the longing for that person.
Maybe he's in the bathroom?
Maybe he's hiding behind the curtains?
We search everywhere but find nothing.
All that is found,
is a Void.
A void that is not alone,
it exists along with all the memories,emotions, and plans we had with that person.
A void, stuck in time.
The world moves on,
we experience new things,
we grow old,
but that void never moves,
never changes.
It just stays there as a reminder,
a reminder of all the things we wanted to share,
a reminder of all the moments we wanted to live,
a reminder of the person who we never want to let go.
The scary part about this void is that
it is immovable and immortal.
It cannot be moved, cannot be removed,
and
even scarier is that,
we know more such voids will come and
we have to live with that.
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Poetry"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
