Too Soon

“It was too soon…” I ripped the words from my mouth, And from the look given, I felt the obligation to comfort him further But he demanded nothing In his eyes was all that was in him, broken Just as all that was in me, lost. I tried to find him again, Forgetting my own confusion, Forgetting that I too ached for something missing— Something gone. Just as he dies, I also die. …. I walked away, ashamed, Knowing that his loved one will live again. “Too soon”, I muttered to myself, All things give homage to time Just as all things must die. Too soon— Too soon do we give up. Too soon do we cut each other short We stop being real with all these feelings, And forget to utter the healing truths That resurrect hope.