A gift from the wise

Crumpled paper is scattered
Across my bedroom floor
Dying attempts
To write exactly how
I need to know more

It seems that I cannot
Explain the thoughts in my head
My thoughts of wonder
Thoughts of the dead

Should I be sad
For the death of someone
I did not truly know?
Should I be grief stricken?
Is it wrong
That my tears do not flow?

Am I numb to hurt
Pain or fear?
Or do I only feel that
For the ones I hold near?

Sadness, yes I feel
But not for the loss
Worry for the lonely man
Who now alone
Will feel the cost

Cared for her
Throughout her pain
Even her ignorance
Did not make his tolerance wane

He held his love
On forever
And now she is at peace
And his love he will not sever

I should be wise
And learn from that
Kind old man
Hold the ones I love
For as long as I can