In the quiet void they left behind,
A vacuum deep, an empty mind.
Whispers linger in the silent air,
Gone, yet their presence everywhere.
Memories echo in the heart’s abyss,
Aching for the warmth of a familiar kiss.
The world spins on, but a part is gone,
Leaving shadows where the light once shone.
Cherished moments, woven with love,
Now unravel, as tears push and shove.
The ache persists, a relentless sea,
Yearning for a touch that used to be.
In the cosmic dance of life and death,
A vacancy formed, stealing breath.
Yet, within the void, resilience may bloom,
As memories cast a gentle, comforting gloom.
In the journey of life, it may be a break,
The love endures, a solace to take.
A vacuum lingers, a poignant space,
Yet in our hearts, their spirit finds a place.
Latha Warrier
P.S. This is an ode to my ever-loving father who left us to attain heavenly abode.