Something I wrote down a while ago after hearing a sad story…
Someone Cried at Work Today
Someone cried at work today.
She lost her way:
Her face folding in;
Her aching dry sobs
And trembling chin
The years, the days
As bark from a tree –
The person we all thought we knew.
We gathered around
And made the right sounds
Whilst keeping one eye on the time.
She said she was fine to get home by herself;
Folded her sadness onto a shelf
And shrank sadly back into line.
Sometimes we think we know someone.
Until the unthinkable
Tears every trace
Of the safe and the normal away;
And their face, raw and alone,
Is much the same shape as our own.