One morning, you wake up and feel that it's gone

One morning, you wake up and feel that it's gone, A friend, a love, a dream you swore you would always keep. At first, you reach out to grab it, believing that maybe, if you hold on tight enough, It will come back, but it doesn't. You struggle with the absence, begging it to stay, But life makes no bargains and knows no mercy. Then, one day, you stop fighting, You sit with the emptiness, letting it settle into your bones. And, somehow, you're still here. It's quiet, it's strange, and in that quiet, you feel something else— Space. Where that something was, where something new could take root. Loss is not just about losing, Sometimes, it's life making room for what's to come— Whether you want it or not. And in this dance of thoughts, you realize that every void is a beginning, A silent promise that life continues to reinvent itself, For losses are just shadows laying down to make way for the light, And in the depth of silence, a new world is born, ready to be explored. So you embrace the unknown, trusting that, in time, Beauty will arise from the ashes of what was, And your soul, though wounded, will find the courage to grow again, Carried by the winds of change, toward horizons waiting to be discovered.