R.I.P

“Rest in Peace”
I am writing.
For the death of the teenage son of a colleague,
For the neighbor's wife,
For family,
For a friend,
For the worker who committed suicide,
For the artist who was murdered,
For the ones who ressisted in the street demonstrations,
And were condemned to death.
And I drink coffee.
And I distract myself by focusing on unrelated topics.
And I try not to argue with anyone for no good reason.
And I try to resolve past resentments.
And I try to be kind.
And I try to be sincere.
And I hold the scream in my chest,
To use it again,
In the right place,
At the right time,
When our sorrows unite.
I try to extend my hand of friendship to those who are not enemies.
Because I don't know
Tomorrow when I wake up
Who will remain?
And whose memory should I honor?
Is it possible to sail alone in the sea?
Is it possible to remain alone with hope?
Can freedom be celebrated alone?