death seeps in
poisons the mind
turns all the good memories into painful ones
unites us for a minute
divides us by the year
I see it in your favorite flower
hear it in your name
feel it in my throat
it comes for us all
but it is the death of others that we
feel
There are some very deep emotions in here, and it’s true that the loss of others often hurt more because we are the ones left behind. I especially liked the words “unites us for a minute/divides us by the year” with how much meaning imbues so few words.