this is the last man to leave the funeral
this is the doctor turning off the machines
this is the single ant squashed under a rock
this is the car abandoned in the desert

this is the hunched-over tears that fall
on the ground turning into tiny dark
specks

or

the sorrowful eyes which tear up but
who refuse to let their hearts do what
they request

I am this,
you are this,
we are this,
they are this

everyone is this
at some point or
another

this is the sanity in sorrow
the golden lining that proves
there will be tomorrow

this is the worst moment
this is the best moment
this is the time when you
will know why you are
what you are and then
why you are going to
become something else

this is the fire
this is the freeze
this is the storm
this is you and me