Look in the Eyes

I'm sitting here on this hand crafted wooden desk, scattered all around me are pictures. Pictures are worth 1000 words they say but the memories are better at least for me. In the pictures their similes lie and scream their tragic memories. There is a boy with dark, dark eyes, a father with angry eyes that sees the pain of this family, but still smiles, and at last the mom with the look that never dies but drowns in pools of sorrow she’s the one who remembers.
I'm the family friend the neighbor. The one who see everything from the open window, I'm the one who hears. It’s been a few weeks since he died. The family's quiet now no more long arguments or silent weeping barely heard. But I can see them sad even when they smile even when they laugh I can see it in there eyes deep inside they want to cry. The funerals tomorrow I can go but I don't see my self sitting in the Church pews feeling sorry for the family I know too much about. His lies burned his soul. I could of saved him but it was his disition to leave. His soul would rise up to the heavens but his body haunts us all as it begins to rot. I realized the people who smile and laugh are the ones suffering the most. Because laughter isn't only the best medicine, it's the best disguise. But on the rare occasion if a smidge of truth finds its way out, look in the eyes.♥