We love them louder
after their voices VANISH.
We carve their kindness in stone
after ignoring it in SKIN.
We dig through memories like ruins,
finding the things we ONCE tossed aside,
their laugh, their stubborn, clumsy love,
their fragile, furious HOPE.
Why it takes a coffin
for their FLAWS to soften?
Why it takes goodbye
to CALL them beautiful?
It shouldn't take dying to be worthy.
It shouldn't take grief to see clearly.
It shouldn't.
BUT it does.
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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Comments (16)
This is such a wonderful reminder to be grateful for all those who we still have time with right now. 🩵
Very true points you make here.
I feel this ❤️ beautiful as always, Komal
Excellent 👌✍️🏆🏆🏆
Bitter truth of the world. We only realize the value when its gone
Awesome!!!
So true, why do we cherish something so much more after it's gone?
That is so true my dear. Well written! ❤️
very poignantly done, komal
It's hard to live in the present because we keep looking back at the past and fear the future. A wise man has taught me that we must live in the present, because by the time we know the future it has already become our past. Once we learn to leave the past behind, we can know our future by living in the present. There are no mistakes or regrets because they don't exist in the present- only the past. Beautiful poem...
Wow. This resonates with me on so many levels. It’s wise, soulful, and beautiful. ✨
True, once we realize our chance to say something is permanently over, then we see things that we will miss
this is so bitterly true. love loudly while you can 💙
It’s so much easier to quiet past judgments and wrongs, imagined or not, when all that’s left are echoes. A lovely poem with many truths
Deep and real words.
This truly evokes memories and maybe some guilt. You've observed a solid and undeniable truth and the dichotomy inherent in the human condition. I'll be rereading this poem often. Thank you.