What was the last thing you did for play or fun?
If drinking a medium cup of coffee instead of a small cup counts as fun I should say that is the last thing I did a few minutes back.
Who knew I would become a coffee addict! I was a tea person and still remember my momâs tea in the evenings. But that is not going to be enough for a day that is filled with various activities.
My NYT games (free) is done! A medium coffee gulped in and off to a busy busy đ day.
This is a beautiful and deeply moving piece. What strikes me most is the powerful contradiction at its heartâthe way you describe the emptiness of separation not as a passive absence, but as an active, almost aggressive force. The “endless void” doesn’t just sit there; it “spreads,” and it feels like a “tight embrace.” That is such a profound and true capture of grief. The void isn’t nothing; it’s a palpable, pressing something that takes up all the space.
The image of the “heavy black veil” is timeless, yet the soul’s responseâ”sorrowful, / accepts the game of fate”âadds a layer of tragic resignation that is quietly devastating. The final stanza about time is where the poem’s lasting truth settles. You don’t offer empty clichĂ©s about healing; instead, you give us the “crack” that remains. Itâs a perfect wordâa flaw in the foundation of the self, a permanent line in memory, both a wound and a record of love. This poem doesn’t just describe pain; it honors its lasting shape. Thank you for sharing such an honest and elegantly crafted reflection.
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