Emotions run heavy

At this time of year

Moving on

Moving up

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.