Loss Upon Loss

At that moment, i laid my eyes on her
Captured in this still portrait, glooming out of the frame, glooming
Her frail body holding the weight of a war based life journey
And the few lines next to the image, retracing her path
A few sentences filled with losses and grief
The burden of her story, my own conception of misery has suffered the impact
The weight of my worries fading with the shame of owning any thoughts of self pity
As i walk away, an illusionary personal experience reaches its end
We are back to strangers
By the end of my day, this short moment might get lost under any abrupt meaningless worry
She will remain still
I know
Another person will stop by her
I know