When you died
Somehow the world kept turning.
I wanted to beg it to wait--
Scream at it to stop--
Didn’t it realize that it was missing something crucial?
Didn’t it realize that all the stars had lost their luster,
The oceans had quieted their sways,
And gravity had been upended?
Why, why, why, why
Did it keep turning?
Why did people keep going about their day,
Going to work and school,
Like they weren’t walking all over the upside-down,
Broken pieces of my life that were floating
Around without rhyme or reason,
Harmless to them but razor sharp to me?
And why did I have to force myself to go with it,
To hopscotch across the canyons
That my life had eroded into,
Otherwise I'd be left so far behind
That I would never be able to catch back up?
Why does the world keep turning
And why does it have to take me with it?