Three Questions by Lang Leav

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered. And
brought to life in a flesh of brilliance.

What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I
replied. To be heared after a lifetime of silence.

What was it like to lose him? Asked Grief.
There was a long pause before I responded:

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to
me – said all at once.