I revel, I remember, I rejoice
my time with her, those joys.
Those days in her midst
long gone, now she's nothing more
than a wistful melancholic flick.
Playing o'er and o'er.
The air resonates my ululation,
Of despair, desperation and desolation.
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Not everyone is able to cope with loss. Mourning that loss and simultaneously wearing an emotional mask is indeed a tall order.