Emotions run heavy
At this time of year
I should be crying
But I can't work up the tears without a trigger.
I can picture the day
I can picture the future
But I really can't imagine
So I can't know
What will life be like without?
...A pear tree that can't quite bloom
...A child who can't
...The little engine who couldn't...
Others cheer them on
But they themselves can't quite grasp
Can't quite help it
Not right to feel sorry for
Not right to pity
Not the opportunity for anything but self-pity
But we cry anyways...
Because we know what could be and what will be
And subconsciously, somehow, we know
We know what life will be like without.