A few days ago, there was an event in my life, as well as that of others, which left us quite cold and we have time on our side to process the reason why it happened. On Monday of this week, a great friend died for many, very unexpectedly. And I remember that I received the news on Tuesday morning, I had to tell this event to others of my friends who were in school, see them cry and tell them that the pain would pass. It was something that hurt, able to leave me cold for many days trying to accept that what was happening was true. So, when I got home that Tuesday, I decided to write a poem about him, without giving details about his death, I just wanted to generalize and that not only could I be identified by this questioning that we all have at the moment in these stages of mourning. The poetry is entitled "Yesterday", several verses are dedicated to him, to which we all really feel.
Without more to say, I hope you like it
Is it too late yet to return what was left of you?
Yesterday, the sky turned gray when nobody saw you, when nobody felt.
Yesterday, more than one was crying inside my distance, but as that last goodbye hurts, as it hurts to tell us "everything is over".
But today, the sky won a star, nothing was lost.
Because yes, your absence hurts more than a "I'm so sorry" but for me, there's still something telling me that you're still here.
You will never be a loss because I was a winner when I met you.
From the bottom of me, thank you for existing.
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