It is cold.
A sudden drop in temperature,
Matches a sudden hollowness,
A lack of purpose.
The air that once felt so full,
Now; simply missing something.
Perhaps the wind has withered,
Or a tree felled, a flower plucked?
No, it was a different emptiness.
A loss of soul, a loss of ambition
Passion, love, sorrow;
A withering of something beautiful.
Something lost.
Gone.
Just like that,
Simply gone,
Lost to time's endless flow,
Lost to the damning solitude,
It was known, yet unknown,
A striking blow,
As blinding as the white light that followed,
A harsh salty sting,
From the waves of mortality's sea.
A bitter reminder.
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Iman Ahmed
Saturday, 3rd March 2018
(In loving memory of the dearly departed Jan Mohammad)
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