It is the missing of someone you might not have seen in a long time.
It's the longing for conversations that are yet to take place.
It's the regret of time wasted and thankfulness for time spent.
It's hours of blissful forgetting followed by that single, breath taking moment of remembering.
It's memories that provoke a smile while at the same time producing tears.
It's all consuming but isn't exclusive.
It can make someone feel like the only person in the world. It's an emotion shared by all in this world.
It binds strangers together. It can rip loved ones apart.
It's an internal pain buried deep within your soul and an external pain shining from your eyes.
It makes your heart hurt and your soul cry.
It's filled with unanswerable questions; what if, if only and why?
It's a constant companion that never leaves us but falls a few steps behind over time.
It allows us to remember and it forces us to never forget.
It lets us know how greatly we loved and how great love can hurt.
It brings us to our knees. It gives us the strength to keep breathing.
It is death. It is life.