Today, I passed Sadness on a walk.
We spoke nothing.
An awkward wave then gone.
Our eyes touched, but quickly did they avert.
All this, and still I walked with Pain.

Sadness saw me again, amidst laughter.
This time it was not me looking.
No, it was Sadness looking at me.
But I felt it. I always do.
And the laughter stopped.

Pain cradled me home, but stopped me to look behind.
Soundless, shoulders slumped, Sadness was following me.
But only as far as He could. Our paths 'lapped no more.
For he lives just down the way.

Excerpt from Real Life, mine.