Why does it hurt when loved ones leave us?
Must they really go, leaving us with the ache of their absence?
I hide in a corner and cry, not letting anyone see,
As hopes shatter like fragile glass.
Is there still hope to live, when everything feels broken?
But then, I remember—
There is hope, even in the darkest of times.
Every person must leave, one day or another.
So why do we cry when we know this truth?
There’s a reason behind every departure, behind every death.
We cannot let loss define who we are.
Instead, we should embrace the challenge,
Face it head-on, and rise.
Natiqua Haque
