What makes us Human

Why does it always take

A few words from someone special

Just to liven up the soul

Why do we yearn for things

That's ours only in dreams

Why do we keep doing things

That hurts us yet we never learn

Why do we struggle upstream

When all we need is a journey to the sea

Why do we feel those things

When feelings have been cruel to us

Why do we remember things

When memories are nothing but painful

Why do we search for a glance

When we know they are not near anymore

Why, why and why?

I guess because that's what makes us human

The joy and the pain

The laughter and the tears

The moments together and the memories apart

The beautiful companionship and the haunting loneliness

The belongingness and the longings

The touch and the emptiness

The fleeting presence

And the lasting absence

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