it turned to me
and i saw it's ugly face
shielding my eyes to not see
it was such an unpleasant place

it held its head up high
the pride of one
such that it would never cry

it didn't understand
it kept asking many questions
for which some
i didn't have any answers

finally it took one good look at me
its eyes burning deep
it stared and it stared

then finally it asked
"what's that weird thing beating in your chest ?"

keeping my lips shut tight
i stared into the eyes of sorrow itself
and slowly it accepted my answer
and understood

and without anymore questions
or even words
it turned around and left
but never for the last time