Another one-word prompt! Sonder: To have the realization that every person you encounter has a life as rich, complex, and vivid as your own. Enjoy!

As I head down the road,

Wrapped in my own thoughts,

In the corner of my eye,

Just as I round the bend,

I see a little cross,

On the side of the road.

All of a sudden,

A wave of sonder crashes over me,

As I think of the fact,

That there may be,

A grieving mother,

A grieving father,

A grieving brother,

Or a grieving sister,

Still drowning in grief.

I may never know those people,

And I will never get to meet,

The one whose soul is sleeping,

On the side of the road.

And,

I know,

That could easily be me.

I could easily be the one,

Weeping on a headstone,

That belongs to a loved one.

Or the one,

Sleeping in the ground,

With my family's tears,

Watering the flowers,

Left at my grave.