Tricia D'cruz - Bereaved

Awaken memories check in, like a sudden gust of wind
The loss of loved ones, their absence felt within
You indulge in reminiscence, longing to clasp them with your fingers
Only a whiff of air brushes against your palm, and the grief lingers
Even in awareness, the death of someone dear, no one is ever prepared
Time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

Tricia D'cruz

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