You touched me on the shoulder,
said not to let it bother me.
But I couldn’t stop the stress
as it started in my mind,
then pounded in my head.
Closing up my eyelids tight
to keep the tears from falling out.
I was living in another moment…
the loss, the death, the grief were holding me.
And all I did was nod, when you said that you were leaving.
— leest1 —