There are so many words

There are so many words

But not enough reasons

To use them

Other than to excuse

The lack of empathy

A touch can be worth more

Than an expression of sympathy

But even then

Where?

Between wrist and elbow

Is rarely misconstrued

Lower arm, not upper

Or shoulder

With a squeeze of the knee

An absolute disgrace

Even with a sad face

Why do people struggle

To engage

When grieving is commonplace

It follows a familiar pattern

With a few dropped stitches and glitches

To slow it down

Or speed it up

Accelerating into blind-alleys

Pulling up short

Losing the way

More than once

Even when accompanied

People still feel alone

Trapped in an echo

Of another day

Bouncing around

Between their ears

When people are within

Touching distance

And still, seem far away

How to explain

When nothing comes close

To describing the reason

People drift apart,

We grieve alone

Even when we know

Real love

Never dies

And if we take care

Love will bind us together

We still lose the words

We need

Or fail to find

A reason to use them