I am you.
You, who feels the grey underlay.
You, who can feel so happy and yet at the same time the numb weight is beneath you.
You, who can laugh, smile and wave because you’re so good at being brave.
You are happy.

You, who talks to their friends,
You, who loves another human.
I am you.

You, who thinks about dying and just stopping being.
You, who knows that something’s wrong,
But, you’re fine.

I am you who lies horizontal with the clouds, feeling the grey underlay but always reaching to keep your face in the sun.

No one close to you will ever know, but I know. I see you. I am you.

Body. On the road. Blood.
Your soul - away.
Open eyes show horror.
They pierce my heart
And I’m overcome.
Your last moments:
Run, terror, loud, dark.
A precious life cut short.
Your very bones strewn,
Undignified and repugnant
So that many look away.
But I force myself to look
And I feel immensely
The loss of your wisp of life.

I want to carry you to a flowering meadow.
I want to grieve with your family- left without you.
I want to shelter your babies, starving and lonely.

We pass too quickly.
It’s five seconds of thought.
We move on.
I cannot see you anymore.
But I whisper, ‘Sorry.’
And I make a deep wish
From my guilty heart
That your soul is floating in eternal joy and peace.