Grief

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Life, love, bonding, partnership, friendship, 

A slight change in all these can break a heart 

But a void of absence brings grief 

A friend said all we have is now, and I questioned it for some reason. 


I am still in denial, I never believed that someone's death would affect me this much 

But the reality is, it is kicking my b***  and the hole in my heart grows founder 

I loved a tough love but loved truly and unconditionally. 

She felt closer to my heart, as much as I hated her disturbances, I adored her presence.


For the whole 3 years, I felt like I had someone to leave behind and it was a reason  

to go home, to spend a day at the house, and to love every day. 

I had her as a partner and my most joy would be brought by her around the house

Her warmest hugs, her loud laughter, and her jokes around annoyed me every chance she got 

I miss all that, 


Ever since you left, I feel alone, the house feels empty without you here 

I can't imagine for a second how life will ever be cheerful and eventful when you are not here 

I am also sad that I didn't get to spend much more time as I could wish before you go 

The house haunts me, the streets haunt me, and the silence out here is too loud. 


I now get home and don't get anybody running to me and ask to tell a story 

My meals are no longer enjoyable since I have to eat alone 

Since you were born, I was convinced that I wanted kids of my own

Seeing the happiness on your face when you danced or when you were excited about something 

Brought me joy and hope that good things can happen to me 

I felt loved  by you 


My drinks become sour 

My nights are unbearable 

My eyes still shade tears whenever I think of you 

My heart tore into parts, and I am still patching them up 

Your absence shouts 


Nothing makes sense, I feel like I want to use time  wisely connecting with other people 

Then I remember that the more I get closer to them, the more it will hurt 

I am craving the sounds of water and the cooling of lakes 

As I believe water is life and death 


I never knew that my 24th birthday would be the last birthday that we shared, 

You loved birthdays, You used to sing birthday songs so loud and in excitement, 

It's not fair how you didn't have too many birthdays yourself,

I never knew that, that morning when we were together in my room 

 was our last time together, I miss you, little girl, 


I am just glad that I got to meet and live with you, 

The memories that we made make me grateful, 

My little angel, look out for me 



I know I am just a writer, but you deserved a piece, my love. In the loving memory of my lovely niece, Iliza Luna Gianna. 



Glad to see you here, My name is Colette MUKAGATERA welcome to my personal blog. I'm an aspiring writer since 2016. I will be sharing experiences, love stories, poetry, and anything else that can be expressed in written form.

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