And you see that another year passes by,
Like a cold breeze that enters your souls and constricts your insides.
A reality that is now a dream.
That you see every day and nights,
Yet it leaves a hole in the soul.
The mere absence of those who once filled the void,
Are a part of something beyond our grasp.
Yes, we yearn for their presence,
Every second of every day.
And as much as we would like to believe,
It does not bring them back.
So we live with the heartache.
Till we swallow it.
Till we harmonize with it.
Till we become one with it.

To all those who lost someone.

By Mehrunisa Usman
Department of Humanities

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