Midnight Meditation

Not depressed, but still upset; the one who died, has never left. My best friend sits in a shelter tonight; bombs dropping down are the brightest lights. Grandma's afraid to go out in the wind; she sits at home alone with no friends. Parents together almost forty years later; how short will cancer cut down their forever? I myself sit down sad every end of December, wishing you 'Happiness!' (an emotion I can't even remember).