forty eight

Three Questions

What was it like to love him? asked Gratitude.

It was like being exhumed, I answered. And brought back to life in a flash of brilliance.

What was it like to be loved in return? asked Joy.

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

What was it like to lose him? asked Sorrow.

There was a long pause before I responded:

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me--said all at once.

by Lang Leav