At the grave.

• Artist: Minasia
• Description: Something I wrote after a really intense moment with my mom, after a phone conversation with her brother. (My uncle, obviously.)
  
  This is what I imagine will happen eventually. (I would like to go to the funerals. That person sems to have been very important to my uncle, and so I want to be there for him.)
• Date: 11/01/2009
• Tags: grave

tab tab She cries at the grave of the friend of a friend. (But her brother isn't much of a friend.) And I cry because she cries.

tab tab Mother aren't supposed to cry.
tab tab tab tab Why are you crying?

Pain.
tab tab Her pain, her brother's pain, the family's pain--it all just blends together. There's only one pain.

tab tab tab tab Our pain.

tab tab I embrace her. (What else can I do?)

She cries even harder. I try to comfort her. (I don't know what to say!) I can't speak, for fear it'll come out.

tab tab That sob. The one I've been holding in all this time.

tab tab tab tab At the grave, we cry.
tab tab We all cry, because we all hurt.

This is our pain. It's all our pain. Because we all feel the same.

tab tab tab tab "I never knew you."

tab tab But I'll cry for you.
tab tab Because you wouldn't cry for yourself.
(Because you couldn't cry for yourself.)

Comments

[ezzy111]

i like it! heart