That fine mingling
Of holding on
And letting go.

Loss- a natural part of life.

As we all know.
Change is never easy.
We fight to hold on.
Then we fight to let go.
One advice however,
Is to stick to one.

Every tear you drop,
Fills up that bottle of dislike in me.
That I tried so hard to empty.
Its not full yet.
But filling up fast.
And I keep praying,
It will not reach the brim.

For every needle that pricks your heart,
Pricks mine too.
And i,
No, we.
Will not let this get any worse.

Accepting what happened,
Moving on.

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