When a family members leaves the world all of a sudden.

Time.. does not heal those wounds of loss.
I, would still be drenched in my own sorrows.. for the misses are so deeply tainted in my beating heart.

Perhaps if thoughts would one day stop, where I lay dead on a lane.
That may be one of the unreasonable solutions for what I am seeking for.

This empty patch consistently arouses furious flashes of thoughts ..at the moment itself, where I lay my head down for comfort.

Like a rewind player, flashes and flashes of memories comes surfacing,
of a child happily smiling at a figure, who would endure all rowdiness of that child , in a game of ' Dare catch my finger with a clasp if you could'.

And slowly, this thought moves to the stages of the child's adolescence.. puberty...young women..
This respectable figure has always been there.
At times, being took for granted for his consistent presence..

But remember dear child..
Flowing time ..is the murderer of all lives.


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Now i wonder, when would  be the time, my own mind could successfully persuade itself into accepting his disappearance.


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I miss you grandpa..
Every night of your absence in this world, is a haunt before i settle into the realm of dreams.
I will never forget the promises I've made to you.