Like most in my family,
I have lived, I have lost;
I have done my duty;
I have paid its cost.
I have caught butterflies
And let them go;
I can kill demons
And none would know.
I have survived pain;
Seen the sun rise;
Felt love blossom;
Held it, as it dies.
Decades have passed,
So have most in my family;
I have lived and lost;
I continue my life
And forgiven its cost.
When I was six,
I had typhoid.
Who knew then
Of mental voids,
Just pleasure,
Of being away
From school,
A home stay,
There was no
Future plan,
No letting go.
As I grew,
I held on to pain,
And darkness,
And rain.
I didn’t let hurt
Or seasons go,
Though they themselves
Chose to flow.
Now, as I grow,
Greater pain
Opens doors
For old ones to go.
…keep thinking of you…
I don’t regret that you have left.
It’s just the way you did.
It’s not that I am bereft.
It’s not that I didn’t try.
It’s just that I was dying
And you, actually, did die.
Hearts Still Care 
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