We never know what to say,
they never know how to feel.
As nothing seems real,
as we all fail to grasp what may
be tomorrow,
our words stay drenched in sorrow.

The moment is frozen and time stands still.
What no one has chosen will
happen right when no one needs it to,
persistently followed by a shrill
shriek.

I shouldn't speak. I'll listen. You don't have to tell
me anything. Just know I'm here in case you do
need or attempt to
unravel.