What happens to a person when the one they love most vanishes?
Do they wallow in depression?
Becoming a puppet without it’s strings,
It would be easy, to let pain wash over
like the waves of the ocean.
It would sit there, static in the heart.
Though there is another way,
one that could possibly amplify the pain.
It’s the reason most find the option so daunting,
why so few footprints are in the soil.
If you believe though, that there is a possibility.
There is no hesitation,
you go out and find them.