they'll be missed

these are all good
things to say.
she was a good woman,
a good man,
you were lucky to have such
a friend,
a mother, or
father.
you were blessed by them.
they will be missed.
but you don't really know
these strangers
who barely walked
in the peripherally
edges
of your sight.
the words come out as
stale clichés.
a handshake or hug
might be involved,
but you don't know, not
really what
kind of people they were.
the murderous intent
they may have held,
the mayhem
of their minds.
good or bad, whose to know
these things, only those
that were held or held them
in the cross hairs
can do that.