Her well-wishers, who always wanted to see her happy,
Couldn't even help in digging his grave.
Couldn't shed a single tear while burying him—
That separation proved not to be emptiness, but salvation.
About the Creator
Karan w.
Writer || Poet || Author
Author of "The Resonance–Two Together-Lost Forever
All worlds collapse the moment they touch the ground of reality—worlds I once created. Yet I find my bliss in the dissolution of my creations
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Loved your poem!
Wow 💔
The poem poignantly contrasts the inability of well-wishers to grieve with the notion of separation as salvation.
My heart breaks while reading this. Even though I don’t know you, that makes me more likely to want to pick up the shovel and start that digging, we are already family in my eyes.
Nowadays it seems people are always willing to offer a ❤️ or a 🤗 or even a🥹 but ask em to pick up a shovel and help bury your pet, or drive you somewhere and they are no where to be found. And you're right, It is definitely eye opening, and in some ways of blessing to know who your friends are, and aren't. Great writing!
The loss of a pet is the loss of a close friend. Well done!