And I look across the lobby
(His mother is crying)
My mother is comforting his
The rest of my family left
I linger
(I avoid eye-contact)
He wanders through the people
I want to talk to him
(Almost)
To make sure he's okay
(He's not)
But I can't
(Could)
I wonder
And wonder
He has a grandfather who killed himself
Nine months ago
(Don't tell)
Never really
Looks okay
Still jokes around
Sounds familiar
Makes me think about the past few months
(Like camp)
Maybe I could have helped
(I turned him down)
I don't regret it
I just worry
Yet still I am
(Don't)
Prone to feel
(Be)
Guilt.
(Gone.)
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