each to his own grieving

her brother did not seem
upset when she
died.
you were embarrassed by your tears,
your loud
crying.
you wanted to stop,
be stoic
be strong and unemotional,
but that wasn't to be.
you melted in grief,
in weight,
in humor. each day
was another breath taken
out of you.
it took months to be well
again.
for the sting
of death to wear thin,
while her brother,
in time
was worse than you'd ever
been.