To Lose a Noun, a Person or Place or Thing
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When I heard the news,
A dormant emotion roared to life inside me.
My windows to the world has blinds of what I choose to see,
These blinds have clenched themselves shut for the first time in a long while.
Tears welled up in my eyes, mere bubbles,
Then it began to rain as I drove home.
That’s when I knew it was not just me;
The entire universe mourned for you.
As difficult as it is to lose a noun, a person or place or thing,
It seems like the world notices and halts all the bullshit, even for a moment.
The struggle for your beloved is over,
But the real pain overpowers you now.
The news flooded my mind, returning to a street called memory lane,
Demanding I revisit my infected wounds.
Recalling the time he passed was a hard thing;
Helping you through it would make me feel less introverted.
The sky wept, the flowers wilted, and the breeze whistled,
So, I pause in my journey, on the side of the road,
To admire the lightning and the celebration Mother Nature played for you:
It was fleeting, it was touching,
And we knew it to be the passing of life.