When something is lost, can it be regained?

Tragedy strikes

And nothing can replace the feeling.

It crept stealthily, unseen and unheard.

Never a whisper to let one know it was leaving.

There is no pain, only shock.

No-one knew it was about to happen.

Gone is the pleasure,

Only the teardrops, damp on the pillow,

Showing its value.

 

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