No one knows when one leaves the body,
Where they go, which souls they meet?
Things do get melancholy,
How do you now look at their empty seat?
What is the use of visiting them?
When they are now no more.
You can look at them for eons,
But they can’t anymore.
Why don’t we receive a warning?
Before they go away.
Maybe I wouldn’t have cried as much,
As I cried my heart out today.
I don’t miss them,
That’s not why I cry.
I just wish I had gotten the chance to say,
A final goodbye.
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