People come and go,
from our life,
from everybody’s life,
from a room,
from a club,
from their family,
from the limbo of conciousness.

And we cannot attach
ourselves too much
to the fact that
they might not be here tomorrow.

We weren’t expecting them
in the first place.
They are random loot
by the creator,
or may be god,
and the only appropriate response
for their happenings,
is to be grateful that they did,
for every second with them
is a weird treasure,
cherished by humans
since the dawn of civilization.

By the fire man sat,
by his and her loved ones,
knowing deep inside
that many things could end it all
in a single night.

We shouldn’t cry
about those who once were close
and now far apart,
as long as we stay true to our hearts
and seek the good of human kind
new loved ones will keep popping up
and more bounty will be stored
in our treasury department,
like king, army and castle,
all at once.

It is at the breaking point of our lives,
that changes in the tides,
pages being turned by a hurricane,
that we go outside,
look god in the eyes
and scream as loud as we can:

thank your for being alive by your side