Loss Upon Loss - Fuck the Facts

At that moment, I laid my eyes on her

Captured in this still portrait, glooming out of the frame, glooming

Her frail body holding the weight of a war based life journey

And the few lines next to the image, retracing her path

A few sentences filled with losses and grief

The burden of her story, my own conception of misery has suffered the impact

The weight of my worries fading with the shame of owning any thoughts of self

pity

As I walk away, an illusionary personal experience reaches its end

We are back to strangers

By the end of my day, this short moment might get lost under any abrupt

meaningless worry

She will remain still

I know

Another person will stop by her

I know