suffer
the loss of something so dear
before
we realize
what
a treasure we had?
Why must the sun be darkened
before
we feel
how
genuinely impossible it is
to
live without its warmth?
Why within the misery of absence
does
love grow by such bounds?
Why must life be this way?
It is a strange existence
where
such suffering
makes
us far better people.
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