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.