What I Do Not Know
What I do not know, about her, her person.
What I will never know, about this person.
Certainly, I knew her a bit, briefly, a few moments.
My take was not always positive, she was tough…
In an unnecessary way. In my humble opinion. Not just to me.
Did not, would not, wish her harm . . . certainly not.
I have known much worse. The very worst. She was not.
Although, yes, harsh to me. Did not choose me to do, as I do.
Judged me too harshly, in my opinion. Not my humble opinion.
What I do not know, about her, her person.
There was an accident. She was just visiting her mother.
Did not, would not, wish her harm . . . certainly not.
Mother was killed instantly. Hit and run, not her fault. A visit.
She was thrown into a coma. Unresponsive. Too young.
Today she has crossed. She has died. Joined her mother.
Her sister has a second funeral. Her only family has left her.
That is more than sad. Tragic.
Yes, I just found out a few minutes ago. Our friend was in a coma for weeks. They just buried her mother last week. And her sister has been updating us on Facebook. Her post today. “She is gone.” Only minutes ago. I am truly processing this and very, very sad.
My condolences on your losses.
Your poem, replete with grief and sorrows, honors them both.
Thank you for sharing this.