Inside jokes,
Once brought laughter to few,
Confusion to many

Now inside of an empty space,
Bringing laughter to none,
A sharp pang of pain to some

Although a testament to the good times,
They now only bring tears to my eyes

Caught up in grieving those that still walk around
I used to think mourning only grew from the other side of the ground
It doesn’t take a death to wake this Banshee’s sound
Her screech, a sign of a friendship put down
Nothing learned nothing gained
The only lesson taught was that there’s always room for more pain