The man looks sympathetically in to my eyes
I do not want this man to watch me cry
He does not mean to be a bother
Not many people know what to do
with a girl without a father
It's hard to care about his feelings
when you can identify your own
only by the black tears soaking your face
the ragged sobs the only noise filling the air
But I don't care because what much else is there to do
when your father dies besides cry
The man makes a noise
a squeak of a thing
I would think him weak but how am I in the place
to say that.
My gaze is probably less than comforting
The sight of me is much more likely troubling.
"Would you like," he says, "some company? A member of
the family?"
What family
"A friend to
talk
to?"
How does he expect me to talk
when I can't breath?
Gasping gasping gasping
I can't read his expression through my tears
I can only interpret through my ears
Talking does not appeal to someone who's life is-
who knows what it is.
I part my lips
fighting off fits of rage and tears
ready to spear his feelings
No I deserve to endeer this alone
I don't need to burden others with my fears
my tears my sorrow my guilt
I built this whole life only for someone to

tear

it

down

Why drag someone else along with me?
"I"
choke
"I want"
choke

*I don't know what I want.