One whole year

One whole year.
One big hole where you used to be.
One whole year of searching for you in vain in...
places you sat,
things you held,
songs you liked,
memories of trivial fights,your shoulder shrugging, laughters and ever-smiling face,
pages of my diary where you were mentioned,
your photos in family events.

One whole year of missing a cousin whose wonderfulness striked me
;fortunately;
earlier than departure time.
Of missing a brother.

One whole year
of sudden remembrances and crying long and hard alone in my room
in realisation of what a great loss it is.

One whole year
in which you figured first in my prayers.

One whole year since I changed.
And one whole year-
of knowing how much important expressing love and caring your loved ones.
of not taking time and life and every precious moment gifted for granted.
of realising never to expect the next moment to happen.

One whole year of missing a wonderful person.
My cousin.
My brother.

You are still very much with us.

And I can't believe my sadness has slowly turned into painful poetry.