Last Supper

An import from the old DeviantArt account:

In any other place you would sink
to the ground and cry your eyes dry
but not here – plates and cups clink
and the crowd gathers round and says their goodbyes

We all search for meaning where none
can be found, but you can stand and eat
and maybe the one consolation
is the sound they make when they weep
for your loss

We talk about sorrow but nothing
can touch what you’ve gone through.
But tomorrow will bring a new day,
and these people will come look in on you.

So cry yourself dry in this home
where love abounds and surrounds you,
and pray to whomever you please but please know
there are many strong shoulders around you.