Empathy

Empathy

Empathy

A friend has lost
his mother, lost to him
in the sense of
her presence,
the light, bright
in her eyes, now gone.

I have not met her,
will not, now,
but I know her
through him,
know the smile she gave.

There is nothing
I can do,
so I think of my own loss.
That is what we do.

What can you tell a friend, except to smile at the memories?

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