As-Yet-Untitled

If you are not over it by now you probably should be, but
there are issues with that sort of thing;
how do you know how to grieve for someone you
hardly knew? (would I even have a right?
They did not belong to me)

And if you are not over it by now you really should be, you know
the sympathies of these people have dried-up
(it really would be better if you left us until you are more 'settled')

And your friends do not miss you- Oh, they say they do
(and they mean it, really)
but after a while they forget your way of saying things, or
whether you'd have an opinion on such a matter and
they manage quite sufficiently without you-

it is the same with grief. A piece of your face
is rubbed-out or left in a drawer
and the blankness it creates is replaced with other people
who are nice
(and are you sure you are more settled now? we have never
seen you so sullen)
The overwhelming sentiment is 'We Care. We Care. Let Us Care For You
From A Distance.'

I have become the epitome of grief, a silent judgment against what I was
and what I am.
Yet all I seem to do with my time now is sit and say
I am not, I am not

I am not.