Grief
Knowing they won’t be back and look into your eyes
Those eyes with no lives which
Faded away into where it came from
Empty vessel of literal flesh and bones
Cold. Very cold.
Used to be warm and shining with life
That simple little smile would brighten the whole room
Thinking about it too much might pull you down where there’s no light
Except only memories, like fire they will give some ray
Yet will hurt if you stay too close for too long
I had it and heard it from people too
Regret. It comes hand in hand.
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Could have. Would have. Should have.
I had the time.
I could’ve MADE the time.
I regret spending my time on something else.
Something so fake, temporary and illusionary.
Then we all go back to our old ways after a while.
Again. After something so fake, temporary and illusionary.
Just knowing it will happen again should make us shake and wake up
But that’s not how it seem to work.
Inside me. All around me. I don’t see it.
Maybe I just can’t see it. Can you?
The ones who are gone.
The ones who are left here
Or I can put it this way:
The ones who are yet to go.
