Respect For Quiet Human Grief

He's only weeping, leave him be
He doesn't need arms or blankets around him
He is weeping
He's only weeping, leave him be

There's a silence and a purity hanging in the air
Seconds are crisp
Frozen, solitary moments
Perfect models of viciousness
Of pain
Of loss--

A single rose
Vibrant and bleeding;
An empty field
Quiet, barren and lonely

The silence
Punctuated only by tiny whimpers
Seems to beg to be broken
But on a closer look
Has a greater need to exist
Than all the stars
In all the skies
On all the nights combined,
Quiet in their vigilance and purpose

He is weeping
He's only weeping, leave him be.





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