REPAST
We grieve together
Words of comfort
And falling tears
In sacred places, we barely know
Remembering those days past
Three-minute talks
That makes us feel, smile, laugh, cry
We eat good food brought by obligations, kindness, or lack of knowing what else to do, say, or bring
We repast with conversation
Sitting at tableclothed tables with random family
We hadn't seen since the last repast
And a good chance we won't see again until the next
Days pass, and we return to our status quo
Back to that place before the sacred place and repast
Same mindset as before
Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get better together.
