A Decay or Decoy

Sometimes we depart in silence,

Not out of detesting,

But because we couldn’t see their tears fall.

In the same manner, they saw ours.

It’s a strange dichotomy of an empath

To befall—

What else did the world expect,

At the price of two drops of murmur,

Five drops of honey,

A pinch of spice,

And saponaceous consistency.

From the descendants of Jung, Freud, and Paul.

*Reference made to Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, and Paul Ekman