No Comfort in the Familiar

I don't go there anymore
Not one person came to the memorial
Not one person has called asking me how I am
They all wanted to small talk
Just like nothing happened
Watched me cry in the pew without asking me anything
All but one old lady who hugged me and knew what grief was
I'm at a loss to know why I tried to return
Maybe I was seeking out something familiar
But the first day I cried was the last day I was a part of the congregation