isn’t always a bad thing
it’s a way of life
something we’ll never escape from,
for we are all stardust,
a part of the universe that’s bound to be recycled someday.
some quiver at the thought of it
some yearn for it with every aching soul;
it also signifies an end to a journey
that god deems to have lasted too long.
and he whom is gone
will leave footprints behind
in the lives he touched.
and for once in his entire lifetime,
people will begin to notice
how his presence meant so much
and how his absence hurts much more,
like knives in the heart.
they can’t help but feel ashamed
for they have failed to see it sooner,
but it’s already too late,
too late for regrets
too late to make amends.
he whom’s presence
used to go unnoticed,
is now a soul that’s greatly missed.
now that he’s gone,
everyone loves him the way no one,
if he was still around