I was just there
It could have been me
I saw the people
Shook their hands
Laughed among their company
I learned their names
Heard their stories
now how many of them are silenced?
How many so grief stricken
They can't figure out how to breathe again?
But I'm not there.
I'm on the other side of the world
Safe, sound, secure.
But my heart is still there.
It's walking those same streets
It's seeing those same people
I saw only months ago.
It's shaking their hands,
Saying their names,
Hurting with them as though I never left.