There are ways to reach out to those we think we have lost, if we want to, when there is still a breath left. But only if we want to. If we have grown our ego the size of the hurt we have given them, then the distance has grown larger than any real distances were, maybe more than between the Earth and the moon. 
Can’t we think and try to make things better their way sometime? Can’t we recollect all what they did to make us feel better and alive and great? Can’t we atleast fulfill the requests they had made and the small promises we had given? Yes, we keep asking once in a while what we should do to make them feel better if not smile. But when they tell us we are not listening because  we don’t ever bring ourselves to doing those things except ask once again. Sometimes the clue to happiness is the smallest key when we keep nagging about the  huge locks. 
We gladly sought and took all the words they bestowed on us but kept them in the waiting line because we were too afraid or too selfish or too casual to bother. Why do we keep waiting for them to leave us in death or parting? Why do we keep procrastinating and delaying it to the point words begin losing their essence and the purpose of cheer has lost its meaning? Were we treated the same way by those whom we are treating like this or are we avenging someone else’s frustrated anger on them? We need not alter our perceptions but we can be tolerant and receptive of others and give them their due deserving words which they have so yearned to hear instead of mocking & laughing at their form of seeing love and happiness, in our jeering, squashing every ounce of confidence and trust they have grown in our relationship. 
Why do we keep berating and beating them hollow those who make with us and sustain us our present for the fear of future? Praise too delayed and posthumous awards are like laying /growing flowers on the grave. Once dead, they shall lay silent, only the hollow reeds shall speak to the rustling dry winds.

They grow flowers on the graves of dead in their remembrance.
But forgot to nurture and cherish when they were alive who are now dead.

~ Purvi Petal, 14May©2015

Advertisements