"Remembering the dead do you no good. It always brings tears and sorrow."
I was told.
But I realised it isn't so,
Sometimes remembering the dead gives you the assurance that you were happy, once.
Remembering the dead , brings you the courage to fight your demons.
Remembering the dead makes you realise that they aren't dead.
And that they are the only ones who stay with us on our way ahead.
But where are they ?
They are with us occupying a room in our hearts.
Talking to us in our head, whenever we fall apart.
A part of our soul we never want to loose.
Because we didn't choose.
To let them go, far away from us into a no man's land.
And they didn't choose to abandon us into a man's land.
Remembering the dead do you no good.
Yes, maybe.
But I stopped believing in anything good.
Far too long when you were taken from me,
Leaving me numb with your memories and so much agony.
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