Life stops for no one
THAT girl in the corridor, that girl in torn jeans and blue jumper who flashes a smile and moves away: what does she know of me?
That girl in the front row, that girl with her hair piled all high who scribbles down every word I say: what does she know of me?
That girl at the door, that girl in a skirt too short for this winter day who mutters an apology as she walks in late: what does she know of me?
They know nothing of me. I know nothing of them.
They could tell me tales that would make me weep. I could tell them my brother died today.
If we did, perhaps we would look at each other for a second and say an awkward sorry before we went back to what we were.
He dies, you die, I die; life stops for no one.
Life stops only for the one who died.
posted by Chindu @ 1:35 PM
5 Comments:
I'm so sorry for your loss!
Thanks a ton, Rabin.
Hugs Chindu. How are you doing.
Thanks, Ph. Fairly well, surprisingly. This was my cousin, btw, my parent's surrogate son in my absence. I am surprised at how we can move on!
Yes, we can and we do move on! But the death of a loved one leaves a gap behind in our lives and it takes a lot of time to come to terms with the loss and then slowly filling the emptiness that this death has left us with.
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