bamboo

no words can respond to the why's
no better truth can make the other one go away
no amount of comfort can replace a physical presence
and a silent talk that seem distant is not the same.

but as long as there's a common sky above
and atleast one star twinkles at night
as constant as the breaking of dawn
provides light for another day

have faith that this too, shall pass

and that life will be sweeter after,
that healing will be better
that love will be as strong as it can ever be.

and in all these,
your true north is under that same sky.