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Some make a pilgrimage
To Mecca
To Jerusalem
But we all share the same hijira
To the other side of grief

There is no prejudice in sadness
The pain is equal
If love is real
As mine was for you

My ambitions were only you
But my heart was divided
I was a father
You were my lover
It was not enough for you

There is no reason not to cry
My friend told me so
His father is gone now
As mine is too

How many people can we lose
I can't count a feeling
They have all come home
My heart is big enough to remember
But not enough to forget


Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on May 24, 2018:

You are too kind Rinita! I'm very happy when someone reads my work and responds in a positive manner! :)

Rinita Sen on May 24, 2018:

I can't count a feeling! So true. Lovely write.

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