Surrounded by great sorrow

Of tears here and there

To stand in one corner... a Spectator

One unable to feel... Afraid to feel

 

Knowing the pain of loss

That time has mended but never erased

Knowing that their pain is the same

And yet so extremely different

 

Do I smile when they greet?

Do I bow in solemn empathy?

Extend my hands in full sympathy?

Or do I stand here...

 

I spin the web of stories

Of strands laden with light jokes

A compensation for my ability to feel

But inability to express in immediacy

 

Words I could have wholeheartedly said

Gestures I would have distinctively shown

But I could not... For this was their moment..

Their moment to mourn...

 

In honor of a person who meant a lot to them

I stood in the corner... Trying not to be noticed

To let them mourn... Cry... Remember...

And say goodbye...