She died in an accident yesterday;
The funeral is held today.
The minister talks, but all I can hear
Are the sobs of family members.
I wait till it’s over to search for him;
I find him with tears in his eyes.
His hands are shaking, face ravaged by grief;
I am scared by his violent sobs.
He asks me to stay, his green eyes pleading;
I pull him into my embrace.
He tells me it’s his fault that she’s gone;
I tell him no, he’s not to blame.
This poor boy should not take the guilt of death–
He should not know that blackened shame.
I pull his hand and show him the river;
Its beauty does not calm him.
I rub his back and ask him to calm down.
“Your sister loved you very much.
Do not forget her but don’t lose yourself.”
His eyes are clear for a moment;
I know that he’s fighting tears, holding on.
I hold him close and let him breathe;
He sighs and wipes away his burning tears.
He thanks me with a shaking voice,
And asks me to come visit him quite soon.
I agree and give him a hug.
He nods, unsteady, and sits on a rock;
He looks so alive yet broken.
His suit gets crumpled, but he doesn’t care.
His eyes are flecked with hazel gold.
I sit beside him and watch the river.
The flowing water calms me down.
I hold his hand and hope he is okay.
He will make his recovery,
Even though he’s unsure of the future.
I know that he will be alright.