missing a piece of myself

a page from my history
a part of my life’s journey
like taken away from me
so suddenly, unexpectedly

now here i am...
mourning for what’s been gone
cursing what should've been done
nursing whatever that's left
and missing…

missing a piece of myself

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Lost my handphone last night... barely a month after I received it.
All these years of owning one, I've never lost any. But I guess there's always a first time.
I don't know which is worse... the fact that it was a birthday gift from my beloved colleagues or that it contained precious numbers of old friends whom sadly I've no other points of contact.
Guess that's how things go the minute you begin to think that the year is ending quite well.

As much as I'd like to let go, I can't stop thinking about it.
It's really hard when sentimental values are involved and especially when to me, my phone entries tell a story - a story of my life; a page from history that reflects the people I've met and known along in a part of my life journey; a reminder of the experiences I had shared with them.

But it's gone now.
I've lost a huge part of myself.
Sigh... how my heart aches.