At the brink of losing things you hold dear ,
You start to feel like the whole world is going to crumble.
You wonder if things will ever stay the same,
Cos you're so used to seeing the same old faces,
You're so used to the like-minded conversations you share
You're, too used to heading to that same space as a refuge
And you wonder if after today it'd all still be there.
I guess things have more or less concluded,
And maybe what's left is a fragment or two.
Somehow I ought to feel relieved,
But there's more sadness than joy and a little tinge of regret.
Pencil
10 x 15cm
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