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Whispers of What Was

Oct 11, 2025
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By Aisha Dhar


Once they’re gone, you’ll wish you’d hugged a little tighter, a little longer.

Once they’re gone, you’ll wish you’d made that phone call you never got around to make.

Once they’re gone, you’ll wish you’d made the effort to just sit with them.

Once they’re gone, you’ll wish you could hear their voice one last time.

Once they’re gone, you’ll regret those silly arguments that will suddenly seem so trivial.

Once they’re gone, you’ll regret not saying sorry when you had the chance.

Once they’re gone, you’ll regret not doing more with them when you had the time.

Once they’re gone, you’ll regret the times you didn’t prioritize them the way you should have.

Once they’re gone, you’ll remember how special they were.

Once they’re gone, you’ll remember their light.

Once they’re gone, you’ll remember all the happy moments and suddenly forget all the moments you should have let go of a long time ago.

Once they're gone, you'll realize that everything else you were worrying about or trying to get done didn't even matter.

Once they’re gone, you’ll wish you had let them know just how much they meant to you.

Once they’re gone, they’ll forever remain in your heart.

But it’s never the same as having them in your arms…

Don’t ever take for granted what tomorrow will make you wish you hadn’t.

Because once they’re gone, they’re gone…


By Aisha Dhar


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