I walk into The House

The House of Shattered Warriors and Rescued Souls

The House of the Savior

And there I stood

My pale face alien amongst strangers

The air filled with the tension of masked sorrow

I am coated with green

Too bright for the mourning color of black

The snow outside softly falls onto itself 

Coating the world with miserable powdered sugar

I trudge through, knowing it will melt and come again

Come again somewhere else

The roses are thrown

The farewells waved

But the world can still feel the loss of such a

Vibrant color

What color would be the same?

But no, the color is not a loss

It has just found its way back home

I ponder

How the dirt could contain that color

I hear 

How the cursed tears are fiercely burning silently

I feel

I do not feel, I only wonder, ponder, observe, 

and regret

I regret that I do not feel, because I am

The moon, alien against the space in between

I hurt only for the ones who can hurt me

For they are hurting