I saw you standing there at the door.
You were crying. That I didn't understand,
but you were crying and in pain.
I called to you. I tried to comfort you,
but it seemed my words did not effect you.
I feel for you, very strongly for you.
I think I may be in love with you.
I should have told you. You needed to know.
It might have made you feel better.
You left me. Couldn't you see me?
You seemed to look right through me.
Was something wrong? Were you upset?
Wasn't there anything I could have done?
I left you be. I couldn't seem to help you.
I'll be with you today though.
All night I was up. Thinking of you.
Wondering how you are, where you were.
You look wonderful. Did I forget something?
Is today an extra special day?
There's so many people. Is this a surprise party?
Could it be in my honor?
What have I done? Am I really worthy?
Why is everyone dressed in black?
My friends seem to be sad, and my family.
Why is everyone so upset?
Where are you going? Can I come?
Everyone is going into the Sunroom.
What is this? Did someone die?
Everyone I know is here, why was I not invited?
It's so beautiful. Who is so very loved?
Who is it that is being honored so?
May I look? I want to know who it is.
I have to know why I was not invited.
You haven't answered me, not any of my questions.
Can't you even hear me?
I have to see. I'm looking into the coffin.
I have to see who it is.
As a single tear rolled off my cheek onto my face,
all of my questions were answered.
a poem by: Marianne K. Pritt