Passing

I hear crying as I lay in bed
wailing
deep anguish
a gutteral sound
cannot be consoled
I dig myself further under my covers
I try and block the sound
tears seep from my eyes,
I don’t understand why
I see her so sad
I feel her pain
I want to take make it better,
she doesn’t notice.

She wears black to show her sorrow
she wears black to show her grief
she wants to be noticed
her pain is on display
people pass her by and whisper
she is so young
it is so unfair
this thing called life
fickle and short
and so damn hard.
she wears black.