The grief of starting over. The grief of having to begin a new life all over again.
To leave people behind & to leap into the unknown.
While I build a new life, the old one continues parallelly. People go on living, the days move ahead.
All the while I’m missing from that picture.
They continue on.
I create new pictures instead. I view new sights & from my pictures, my people are missing.
It’s as if someone clicked the delete button for them & me.
Maybe this is what death feels like.
To be in a new place while the others move onwards with the familiar.
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