At that moment, I laid my eyes on her
Captured in this still portrait, glooming out of the frame, glooming
Her frail body holding the weight of a war based life journey
And the few lines next to the image, retracing her path
A few sentences filled with losses and grief

The burden of her story, my own
conception of misery has suffered the impact
The weight of my worries fading
with the shame of owning any thoughts of self pity

As I walk away, an illusionary personal experience reaches its end
We are back to strangers
By the end of my day,
this short moment might get lost under any abrupt meaningless worry

She will remain still
I know
Another person will stop by her
I know