Grief station.

I am boarding in an elevator to the grief station
I see all kinds of people there
I see a dad who has a kid with cancer
A child who just lost his dad
A mother who lost her daughter
I see a lift attendant
I ask him, “Please stop this lift, i need to get off. I didn’t loose anyone
I am lucky that everyone i love is alive and well”
The person replies, “the only destination where the lift stops is the grief station, nowhere else”
I don’t know how i got on this elevator
I just know it leads to the grief station
It doesn’t stop anywhere else
I feel bad that i am taking up space ,
Hogging up room from people who actually deserve to be here.
Who deserve to grief.