Speaking words of comfort

for a man I never met

to people I didn’t know

Committing his eternal soul

to an unknown God

My phone providing a 21 gun salute

then Taps to honor the Marine

I read Seneca

while breathing clouds of wisdom

into the icy air

As I stood next to the vault

I realized I was standing by myself

Watching myself

Disjointed, disassociated, but grounded

like him.