Hysterical with grief,
As I am,
Forgot that once idyllic laughter.
Life shredded, dreams shattered,
Tears mixed with melancholy and anger,
I believe, my existence doesn't matter.
But suddenly,
I felt a soft hand on my shoulder.
Telling me,"My child, this isn't over.
Move on because life goes on."
Softened by that touch,
I reached to grab it;
Only to find that it vanished.
Was this real or a dream?
I don't know,
But one thing I know for sure,
He is there.
Even if everyone, even the closest turns apart,
And when there is no one to fill your spacious heart,
He is there.
