Gold eye shadow brings out the green
in her eyes,
drawing my attention from across the room.
The music blasting in my ear cuts
My center of gravity shifts.
And I know.
I’m sorry for your loss.
That’s too formal.
Hey, I know I don’t know you, but I know your best friend just died and I’m sorry.
I sound crazy.
Weaving through the crowd, I try
to get closer to her.
But the weight of her grief squeezestheairfrommylungs.
Two hours and thirty minutes of avoiding her ends
when she taps my shoulder.
Her long, dark hair brushes against me as I turn.
Her eyes are glossy and bloodshot, but she smiles.
And my chest releases.
And the hurt heals to hope.