Redundancy

It is unimaginable to cry

over meager things,

once someone stops living

Every small little thing

that you teared up over

before someone's passing

becomes entirely insignificant

You forget the sadness

that you felt,

while the veterinarian

euthanized your pet

For god's sake, 

you feel animalistic

for forgetting to mourn

your own dog

But crying over

someone who has died,

simply becomes redundant,

so you stop.

You start to yield

to the indifference,

and the numbness

of your shaken branches

You wring yourself out,

until you don't think

your eyes could ever be damp again