Weird thing..this death...
it breaks people
like those tiny million glass pieces on the highway...
those splashes of blood droplets that rivers away in the bathtub...

Weird thing...this death...
no matter a famous fatwa
or an insignificant miss of a heartbeat,
its the same after a few years...
dust on  memories...

Though, in death,
two or more crying souls are brought together
bound by the pain of the greatest loss,
of parents losing their child,
of husband losing his wife,
of someone losing a pet,

husbands and wives,
fathers and daughters,
that someone and a new friend...
find each other,
closer,
caring,
perhaps more loving,
as they see the dark gap of loss,
of that empty space getting more darker with those shed tears
and happy memories that do not make you smile, but, keep you covered in bed for days...

they see the reflection of the person lost,
gone forever, but,
cushioning themselves with the woes of the next seven lives together,
or comfy clouds above..

they find in the other,
a part of that old partner,
a tiny spec of that warm care...
hoping against hope for the same yesteryears.