Poetic Études

You

I want to tell and sing and dance your story,

For every living person to learn.

To make a tribute, give you glory -

I bet you'd smirk and like it all the way.

And yet I cannot bring myself

To sort the photos, videos and songs.

I guess I'm close to sorting thoughts,

But every time I see a picture they do go wrong.

Much time has passed already

And more will pass and go.

Is it a weakness to remember

Or is it normal to hold on?

And it got harder to express this loss,

To let new people in thereon.

Yes, it does not define of me the most

But it's a part that might explain a lot.

I'm torn between saying out loud

And sulking to myself alone -

How should I know if I'm just out

For other's pity and assuring tone -

Or truly shocked (still) by this all?