Under the dark skies where the stars are invisible,
A familiar name was mentioned;
A story was told.
In the midst of high, her mood went low.
Oh, how her heart ached for the sadness he must have felt.
She felt a pang of unfamiliar grief, the feeling of lost she never had felt yet.
She thought of him and said to herself,
“ How come I did not know?”
When all was buried and everyone had bid their goodbyes,
She was unaware of the sadness and grief,
All the pain and difficulty he had to go through.
She loved him but not enough to know and share his pain
Last year.
Where was she?
Everyone knew but her.
She could not do anything but feel all the sadness and buried all them in ink and paper
She wished she knew.
She wished she was there.
For him.
Too late.
She was always too late.
She could only feel hurt for him
But she could never lessen his hurt.
She hoped he had someone.
To comfort him when tears ran down his face.
To hug him when he felt like falling apart.
A refuge where he can be vulnerable and fragile because he had to be strong for those who were left behind to continue to live.
She was not there for him but she wished and prayed he had someone.
She strongly hoped he did.
