The tell tale signs are there
The taint of sadness
Clearly etched into your face
As the inevitability of Death
Takes another from this place

Your shoulders sag
Rigid and tense
From grappling with grief
Shaking with it

Lips without words
A smile that doesn’t
Quite reach the wrinkles
Of your eyes
And knuckles ghostly white
From the effort it takes
To keep them from quivering

 I know that feeling
Your humanity
Tapping into the well of sorrow
Within my own heart
Yes I weep for you
But I mourn for myself
In the meantime