She keeps it all to herself.
Afraid,
that a word lost,
Would crumble the metrics,
that lead to resolution.

The silent turbulent resolution,
which will embed itself,
to fill this newer void of old faces,
that didn't play life fair.

That's the opine,
she's still deliberating in her onerous state.

She hasn't felt the hands of distressed loneliness embrace her this dearly,
since the day she first met her.

The faint memory of those days,
is repeatable.
Unrepeatable,
are those days.

She has known since then,
the wisdom, insight and growth gained,
Is priceless in comparison to the sleepless nights faced.

Just this moment,
She remembers true pain.
Someone she knows,
Can't run from its gaze.

He's been through troubles,
Unfair to the nature of this man,
his deeds claimed.

Yet he's going to lose his father,
In a day.
Time is ruthless,
No one is spared.

Here I begin to realise the frivolity of my woes.
My pain will subside.
His will only feign.

The difference between our wounds,
Makes itself appear.
Mine will bow down to time.
But his will only refract the despair and anger,
accompanying his tonsure.