Novel & Cerita Losing Friend Poem

'When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. People come, people go – they'll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you

The day didn't pass... The hours..didn't fly.. The minutes..didn't pause... The heart didn't beat till the time I didn't miss you, You were my soul.. My heart... My forever.. But now my body is just a mere ashes.. Living without you in the bare land.. With no signal of love, Wandering all around the dessert looking for the water.. Water of love And more especially you. ____________________________________________________

The peppery sensation was sharp and thick but I held back, and let the most important feeling sail through. “I promise to be better from now," I said pleadingly, hands tightly gummed together like a sticky gum and all my body parts falling onto their knees for pardon. "I can forgive you, but I can never forget. And, we can never remain friends too." His final words hung like a dead spider in a dirty web, large but dry and also cranky from the absence of life and motion, cutting like a twig in my chest and dragging blood with it to my stomach.

only with presence. She tried to form questions…..how, why? but. everything had been ripped away. “I’m so sorry,” I told her, and it felt too small to bear the weight of both losses, but it was all I had….i too femt pain….pain that I could not bear. But hers was also mine to carry. “I wish—” The sentence failed me. I had wished so many things that day. Wishing didn't change results. When she finally spoke, her voice thin and ragged, it was almost a whisper. “He was such a good friend,” she said. “He didn’t deserve this.”

“But that’s all you get. Gratitude. Civility when we have to see each other. That’s it. Don’t ask for more. I don’t have anything else left to give you.” My heart ached to say more, but what was there left to fight for when I already knew I was in the wrong from the start? Then her phone shattered the moment, sharp, insistent ringing. She glanced at the screen and her whole face softened. “Yes… sorry, Frederick. Are you close?” Frederick. The name landed like a punch to the gut. Her boyfriend. My cousin. Perfect. She hung up, and the air turned colder. I stood silently, busying myself with the medicine drawer, preparing his take-home meds. Anything to keep my hands from shaking.

Chapter 87 Jewel The world is plain grey. No, not my surname—the color. Everywhere I look, everything I touch, even the air I breathe feels like ash. I don’t feel like living anymore. My best friend is gone. My denial, my platonic soulmate. The one person who had always understood the parts of me I didn’t even say out loud. And now… he’s nothing. Just a memory, a ghost stitched into the edges of my heart.

Then life happened — the pregnancy, Marco, Italy, all of it — and trying became something I didn't have the resources for anymore. But I thought about her. More than she probably knows. More than I have admitted to anyone. There is a particular grief that comes from losing a friendship without explanation. It doesn't have the same language as other losses. Nobody asks how you are doing. Nobody brings food or sends flowers. But it sits in you quietly and takes up space. And now she is in New York. And she called. And something that has been sitting in a particular corner of my heart for nine years just shifted.

But I believed he was with us, we were just not aware of his presence. And that was how I lost a great friend. But he would always be alive in our hearts. Loved and cared for. Never withered away with time. Never forgotten. And never lost for he was always with us. And always would be with us, his friends who still loved him more than their own lives. Because there was something between the eight of us. Something when put into words is called FRIENDSHIP.

The simple words stirred something deep within me, a small flame of comfort amidst the overwhelming darkness. I approached him, the sword heavy in my hand. "Lucian, I.... I can’t believe this," I stammered, my voice breaking. "Travis… my dear friend… gone. I can’t lose you too." My heart ached with every word. "How could I bear another loss? I can’t… I can’t" I choked out as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Mira, Dyah, Sari, my college friends, and many others that I will always remember. I decided to write a novel from the story of my life's journey, one by one chapter I made, there was my old laptop as my friend writing the story. Alhamdulillah, I can be a lonely and bored friend, and most importantly I can still use it to write poetry, novels or whatever it is my writing hobby. Even though it was years ago or decades ago, hopefully someday we will meet again. For me friends or friends are like brothers, friends to the end, friends to heaven, friends to share joys and sorrows and always pray for one another.