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Lost
I have lost people without funerals.
Just slower replies, colder voices, and
silence stretching between conversations.
Some left suddenly.
Some stayed long enough
to become strangers first.
Still, if life gave me the chance
to meet them again, I would.
Because even temporary people
can leave permanent
fingerprints on the soul.
There were nights their existence
saved me without them even knowing it.
And maybe that is the tragedy
of having a soft heart-
it remembers warmth
long after the fire is gone.
So no, I do not regret loving deeply.
I only regret that some people
never realized how loved they were.
