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What do you say when you meet a friend Who's nearest and dearest has met a sad end? How do you tell them you know how they feel When only the sorrow inside them is real? You can't cheer them up, that's the wrong thing to do, And words of compassion just may not get through. They're in their own walled-in world of sorrow, Yesterday's memories have cancelled tomorrow, You know that time will heal their pain But now that's not something you can explain. You've felt how they feel, but your sorrow has passed, The sadness has lifted, just memories last, You remember you cried until after a while You found out love lives on and were able to smile. You've been there, you've done it, you think that you know, With hindsight it's easy to go with the flow. But someone whose loss is still in its first dawn Can't look at the world, all their curtains are drawn. They absorb your support while unable to show it, You're helping them through though just now they don't know it. So you just tiptoe through this, their moment of grief, Allow them the vacancy of disbelief, You make the right noises, you give them your hand, You know in their own time they will understand. They will get the message and the fact they will face That no one's gone completely, just moved to another place. You won't have done a lot for them. You will have done your best. Just give them human comfort - let the angels do the rest. Vote for this poem
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