This piece is a very short work in loose poetic form, it was written during a creative writing course I attended. At the moment, I feel very close to the subject matter, and whilst it is naïve, it has resonated.
and everyone is crying,
and she is near me,
and we are in the room,
and her snot,
and I focus on the nose,
and the sadness is here, a friend or foe,
and the photo at the front,
and his face looks back at me, only me,
and I remember that day, his brothers funeral,
and 6 years, tears,
and she is sitting near me,
and she is blurry,
and he is clearer,
and his photos on the screen
and I am in a room filled with people,
with emotion,
with loss,
with anger,
and I am alone,
and it is my fault,