Portrait Series; My Loudest Voice

On the morning of
my funeral, your despair
would be the
loudest, I know that.
Your cries, the most
heart wrenching.
Everyone at the table
would turn and ask who
you are to my
mother, “she’s a friend”
she would answer
but they all will
still wonder
and it will wreck
your heart
to realise the only
person who
could understand your
heavy sobs have
ceased to exist.

– Portrait Series; My Loudest Voice by Thamanna Razak

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