My old friend, Sadness, I don’t recognize him anymore these days. For one thing, he’s been partying too much. I go to his place sometimes, but I don’t know his new friends. The music is strange. The smoke stings my eyes. Screams in the kitchen, strange laughter. Sadness mumbles something garbled, maybe in some exotic language he’s picked up. His friends laugh uproariously. I smile politely… the merry bonhomie leaves me feeling stupid and disconnected. As I go away into the gentle night, I can still hear Sadness’s twisted laughter entertaining strangers.
Your grief is sweet
Your memories are precious
I’m a good listener