Open Doors, Closed Windows

It gets lonely sometimes

Most times

Strange rooms

Echo back my thoughts

In the absence of

Familiar persons.

Once one molds in with someone

The void of their absence resounds

But everyday we survive somehow

Tripping and falling at every turn

But somehow we continue heaving

Heavy breaths

Denying with cloudy faraway gazes

The effect of their loss

Denial is the first step of grief

The last...acceptance