Unfair

It is so unfair that life goes on
But then if we count unfairness
Then ‘going on’ is the least of it
And the feeling of absence the worst 
And the memory..
The memory of what was and what isn’t?
The last conversation
The last look
The last caress
The last hug
The last smile
The last advice
The last laugh
The last hug. 
So unfair and so painful
But was it the last, 
Or was it one of many
Many that was blessed upon 
The unfairness continues
But the memory endures.

I wrote the above in memory of yet another immeasurable loss. And promptly after sharing this, I realized how insignificant it is. 

How insignificant is this living life in the memory of the lost one.