Emotions

It is not real.  Friends loved ones. strangers.  The passing.  There and gone.  The spirit leaves.  And does your friend.  The one you were with.  The one which unconditional is an unsaid meaning.  You try to hold back the tears, they come anyways.  A connection so strong, you yell in anger, privately, you grieve for what as a part of you, a history, a connection you cannot express. You can only believe what is to come next, at some point is another chance to say thank you for being you, for your silent participation in what is the whole of your emotion, support and love.  It is you who gave, and provided possibility.