Some days, nothing makes sense
But the dogged beating of your own heart.
Somehow, in the chaotic swirl of things,
You’re the one who gets to live to meet another sunset.
Your treasured one – the lover, the adventurer – the citizen of the world – dying;
You, the ungrateful one, carrying on.
To right this wrong
You have a duty to do more than just exist.
Swallow all the things you loved about them.
Climb mountains.
Holler and laugh in the face of fear.
Venture out into strange lands in their name.
Wherever you go, bring them with you.
About the Creator
Ella Bogdanova
Drop by drop I mourn the sea.
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