Lost but Remembered

 I wish I had spent more time with you.

When you stare at a finished puzzle, you no longer carry the eagerness to do anything with it. When the pieces are scattered, our curiosity helps to solve the puzzle. But you were a finished puzzle; little did I know it was all a soul-crushing mirage in a scorching desert.

The World gave you Joy.

Many souls leave the World without feeling the warmth of love, but you did. For a brief moment, you felt everything at once—the joy of motherhood, the smile of your blood, and the comfort of a family.

The pieces fell from the picture.

Wearing the crown on your head will open the door to pride. You took pride and marked it on your body not as a symbol of sin but as a virtue to be admired. Years after years, it swallowed you whole, and you let it happen.

In the end, all it remains is a Frame.

When you fell to the ground, you felt nothing but the cold wind from your kin. Agony tormented your heart every second. Loneliness came like an unrelenting tidal wave and swept you from the land of living to the land of the dead.

Now you are gone.

Nobody knows who you were, what you did, your ambitions, the memories you created, and the people you loved, hated, and admired. Everything just vanished in the next unpredictable second.

Now you are no longer part of the World, but hopefully, these words will keep you in the World of living.