For Sergiu

Where do the good ones go?
Where do tears go once they finish
rolling down your face?
What is it we do with the pain,
with the feeling of loss?
What is the appropriate reaction to death,
to the helplessness left inside?
When is it ok to stop crying,
to stop grieving, to just adapt to the sorrow
and learn to live with it?
"This is supposed to make you appreciate life", they say...
"You have to seize every moment and make it count." ...
But in my heart, I know, these are just things
people tell themselves to prevent them from
feeling as much pain...
Death doesn't make any sense, or
It makes as much sense as life itself.
It's all so random...
We hurt so much, for so many reasons... Is this a
test? If it is, it's a cruel one!
Losing a friend, just like that,
someone that in some way has touched your life
and made it better...
Someone that made a difference,
and then it's over.
You cease having everything you took for granted,
´cause that's what us pittyfull humans with our free will do,
we take what matters for granted.
Maybe that is the lesson, but does it have to hurt like this?
He is gone and life is worse now...
Twenty seven years past from the time he
took his first breath coming into this world,
and something made him took his last...
We can't talk to him anymore,
no more birthday messages, no more Christmas cheer
and new year wishes over the phone.
My heart is heavy,
with sadness and regret,
and with pitty for a world that has lost
yet another good soul.
But my heart is also greatful for having had,
short timed as it was,
such a wonderful someone as part of my life!

I hope that this journey we make
does have some kind of purpose, some sense,
and that somewhere, somehow,
under whatever form,
we can meet once more and never part ways again.
'Till then my friend...

Pentru totdeauna in inima mea