Speechless he stood to the side,
My own thoughts died then.
Shaken? In pain? Hurt?
A funeral.
Halfhearted smiles everywhere,
None mattered.
Silent and alone I drew close.
My heart screamed in my face
'I know! I understand.'
Big brown eyes answered
'It's alright.'
He stood there silent,
Brown eyes flying
Under a checkered fedora.
I walked away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem