We grew up together, making memories for a lifetime until our paths got separated;
The chaos of being an adult consumed us to the point that in our journeys, we got distanced.
Drifting away from each other, we stayed aloof from the essence of life in our race to earn a livelihood;
Lost in the complex cacophony of deadlines, we lost touch with the symphony of simplicity from our childhood.
We befriended procrastination and kept pushing relationships to the next possible date;
Engrossed in schedules and routines, we thought our loved ones had an eternity to wait.
But the cosmos does not go by our acquired gospel rule of "No news is good news";
And suddenly, the greatest truth of death knocks at the door, exposing the hollowness breeding in our views.
"They are no more", meekly communicated words possess the vigour to drown us in overwhelming memories;
"I wish I would have…", a pain so sharp that would leave the soul in tatters as it cries out loud in silence its apologies.
Eyes would struggle to hold the suppressed emotions back, but the tongue wouldn't budge as if it is paralysed by grief;
Tributes and flowers on the grave will mark attendance as we adjust our grammar from is to was, and life turns a new leaf.
Memories rally with their bags full of laughter, tears, pain, joy, failures, success, shame, pride and secrets we shared;
Leaving behind them a deafening blankness, urging an answer: "Were you so occupied that you never cared?"
In its final journey, the body merges into the nature it came from, and the tangible link between the soul and the world halts;
And we mourn the loss till our timetables permit us before they draw us in and the enigmatic chase of dreams starts.
Life is earmarked by uncertainty only to be embraced by a certainty called death, posing a pertinent question;
"How will you pay your tribute, by mourning death or cherishing life? Will you take moments to curate memories or regret your inaction?
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