Mourning Strangers

To mourn a stranger is to say:
"I want to grieve your loss, but who really were you, to me?"
 
It is to know that we grew from the same, twisted roots
And still, never having access to your side of the tree
 
My blood tells me I knew you
But my heart cannot place from where
 
My mind tells me your loss should fill me with hurt
But the void in my soul asks how I could be expected to care
 
To reflect on our time together, where do I start?
I know there must be something, some place, in my heart
 
Surely, love can be found amongst the emptiness and despair  
Or maybe, there were not enough memories shared
 
I am not sure, yet
How I will honor your being
While still holding you accountable
 
But this suffering, although familiar
Has become insurmountable
 
I kept you at the back of my mind
Reluctant to forgive the damage your absence imparted
 
It seems, we were
Two, kindred souls who drifted apart, in the end
 
What is there left for me to do?
 
Disappointed and dejected
Halfway ashamed to have shared my pain, now
 
Could it be, in another life
We will find our way back, having figured this all out