You grew old, while I was busy growing up.

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You grew old

while I was busy chasing a path—

one that I believed would make you proud.

You grew old

while I ran around, searching for answers

to questions that defined my life.

You grew old

while I dreamt of being successful and

Flying you across the world,

showing you all the beauty, you gave up for me.

You grew old.. 

and I forgot to notice, that you were growing old.

Why is time so cruel?

Now as I look back...my heart aches.. 

for the moments I missed,

for the days I didn’t stay,

for the love I didn’t say loud enough.

Being away from you...tears me apart.

And the fear of losing you while I'm nowhere near, 

 clings to me in the quietest hours.

I know death is inevitable…

But could you please hold on

Until I'm strong enough to let you go? 

Please. 

–Shradha. 

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  • sorenbarrett

    A great poem of finding oneself and one's goals but loosing the one that is most important in the process. Very heart felt and well done.

  • Midnight Lasagna

    Anticipatory grief is so heavy to carry. Beautifully written. 🖤

  • Poetic Licence

    A beautiful write on the knowing that a loved one days are coming to an end but knowing they are going to find it very difficult to deal with, nicely expressed

  • NafisaSB

    touching, and beautiful. the longing and regret are very well defined



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