The Loss.Or rather, The Leave.

He comes. Not welcomed but expected, he comes. Sometime he knocks, other times he barges in. But this time for 15 hours he lingers outside. Perhaps to let you prepare, for he comes with The Pain. Yet 15 hours is only but time. Time, relativity - cliched but true. Give you forever, you still need more. Yes, his presence is foreseen. Yet when he comes, you are caught unaware. And The Pain. It tears, it shreds, it cuts. Like a beast u ask? No. Not as sinister. But certainly not sweeter. Like strings slicing through butter, it makes its way through your heart. He takes pity and hands you a bouquet of Memories, "for u to handle The Pain". How very peculiar a gift it is, for it both remedies and aggravates. And with that, he leaves. He leaves.

Alfatihah to Matiah binti Alias (1926-2007).I know it’s a leave, not a loss. But it certainly feels like a long one. Already. Be strong, Shakira.

2 Responses to “The Loss.Or rather, The Leave.”

  1. the subway hero Says:

    shax, condolences. u hv a strong soul in u. take care :)

  2. Ikhwan Says:

    be strong tautau! u r one super strong person! condolences..

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