Your Grief

Your bulging eyelids
Tell me that your pillow was again atop
your face last night
providing a perfect cover
suppressing the sobs
absorbing the tears
concealing the pains of life
lest your sister-roommate suspects

As you went about
the business of the day
you face the world with a Mona Lisa smile
more than a perfect cover
an enigmatic façade
of a young beauteous professional
concealing the scarred and confused heart
lest those green-eyed officemates find out.

But your grief is a story
an attentive ear can hear.
It is a song a loving heart can echo
or a picture a caring hand can paint.
Your sad eyes
Tell me that it is indeed darkness
But isn’t it that in darkest night
where stars shine most brightly?