the need of belonging

is not always clear in the mind

unless you are locked up

or living in quarantine

or by order of a curfew.

but then – there are more

differences in the quality of

such feelings

especially when losing a friend

but worst of all

a family member.

the most painful experience

of loss

was a woman

the poet named: my great love.

It cut him in half

the ‘other half’ suddenly

removed by death’s scalpel of

splitting Siamese twins

where one is sacrificed to save

the other.

that’s when belonging is felt

like a earthquake

shattering the base

of one’s existence.




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