Who would have thought
That there would come a time
A loved one, a friend , an acquaintance
May leave the world
Alone somewhere in isolation
Bound by own limitations
Helpless loved ones morn
In their own isolations
Tears of saddness rolling down
Empty arms hugging self
Thinking of good times bad times
The laughters , the cries, the anger, the LOVE
Infinit shared moments
Saying a prayer for liberation of the Soul
The pain of loss would never lessen
But the regret will alway remain
Of not being there
To say a final goodbye
Lesson learned :
Never let a fight or difference stay long enough to create a rift, life may or may not give an opportunity to make it GOOD again.
Copyright (c) 2020 Namrata D Prabhakar