Day 9, the prompt is wonderful. And I decided to take a new look at it.

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When he’s gone
There is that bright universe
Where starlets never die
When he’s gone I blink, not feeling sad,
Yet feeling somehow awkward for that,
I am fulfilled
For his wish
Lies within that remote universe
While I have nothing to offer instead.
© soulmary
I enjoyed this; I kept reading and re-reading. Nice layers.
Thank you, Linda. Sometimes one doesn’t know what is best for another person… So “not sad, though awkward, but fulfilled” came up in my mind to express the confusion.
Thanks again for reading and re-reading!