Today I heard a sorrowful and mournful cry
today I mourned the life of a person I have never meet.
Today I learned that death may not be evil, but the pain it brings is.
I journied past and heard a sobbing, it stopped me in my tracks.
Today I prayed for a woman I heard sobbing, at what could only be taken as sorrowful tears.
I didn't stop to intrude, nor did I stop to be rude, I stopped because in that moment I knew I had to mourn, for her and for whom she lost.
Today I heard a mournful song that someday we will all utter, and on those days, that song filters into my ears, I will morn again, for a person I have never meet, because today I mourned the loss of a piece of myself.
Today I realised my life is just as fragile and short as the next, and I found myself wanting to apoligise for my intrusion, but did not wish to intrude further still so I remained where my feet caught themselves, tears about to break the damn, and so I held my tongue for words would have proved an egregious error.
Today I mourned the life of a person I have not meet, and tomorrow I will morn again, thankful that I still walk this coil of stone and sand, and praying I get to breath and walk it again tomorrow.