We share these griefs Nearly everywhere, Waking or dozing, Stopping mid-stride, Standing, leaning in, Vaguely unaware, Uneasy searchings leave us here To pause uncertainly and stare.
These clouded griefs shade our days With glooming care hold sway Though years ago Our one-time friends, Choosing to be gone; In self-volition flown.
Their grassy graves slowly sag, Though our forgotten memories Move still beneath the weight Of these unanswered griefs.
What happens to a dream deferred? Langston Hughes asked. What happens to a grief unanswered? Mourning over Suicides