When we lose someone close, it is difficult to fathom how we could ever go on. They had always been there and had a place in our vision of the future. However, when they are gone, they create a massive void in the picture that once was. It’s like a piece of ourselves had been lost and we can’t quite come to terms with what has happened. It’s true to say that while to the world, they may be just one person, but to one person, they may be the world. For everyone who survives those who depart, there is always the question of how they can overcome the sense of loss and grief. As our time on this Earth is short and life itself is delicate, would you regret not making the most of the time you share with those you love or telling them how you felt every chance you got?

Loss
Somebody close was lost today,
I know not how to feel,
and from this nightmare I could not,
awake as it was real.

I cradled my face in my hands,
in utter disbelief,
in speechless anger and denial,
I’m lost in all my grief.

She had been once so full of life,
and now she laid there cold,
and tears are welling in my eyes,
as I wept uncontrolled.

Please tell me why has this occurred?
For she was in her prime.
Why was she so cruelly taken,
during this heinous crime.

Being in her youth and best of health,
untimely was her fate,
a future that was oh so bright,
was what she had await.

But none of that will matter now,
she is now all but gone,
she would never live to see,
the birth of one more dawn.

We will not share in one more laugh,
nor join in one more cry,
Forever lost, her warm embrace,
I had not said good bye.

I much regret that I did not,
make time for her more,
for she was always there for me,
when out, my heart, must pour.

She always knew just what to say,
when I was feeling blue,
I knew she always understood,
for she would feel it too.

She showed me what I always lacked,
but never thought to ask,
and she was one of very few,
in front, I wore no mask.

I truly miss her dearly so,
for she was part of me,
and now it’s always me and I,
and gone are us and we.

I wonder whether life will be,
ever the same again,
for every little thing I do,
reminds me of the pain.

But I know I must get beyond,
for it’s what she would want,
for she would never let a thing,
as slight as death to daunt.

So is there someone who for you,
when lost, would feel this way?
I urge you, tell them how you feel,
express it every day.

In life, there is no second chance,
abruptly it could end,
so live each day like it’s your last,
and this, I recommend.