An empty seat,
One less cup on the coffee tray,
One less plate on the dining table,
Unexplained faces and expressions,
And a phantom of a beautiful soul,
A missed smile,
A missed sound of laughter,
A missed logical advice,
A silent phone and a wait for a call that would never come…
It’s death, it’s loss, it’s grief, it’s missing.
It’s the nostalgia for the person,
It’s the grief waiting in every corner of the places,
It’s the unfairness of a life and the wisdom at the same time,
It’s the pale faces and fading smiles,
It’s the happiness that death knocked it down,
It’s emptiness,
It’s death!

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