Grief

The day your heart shatters,


dawn still rises, slowly, stubbornly

as it if has no idea your world had stopped.


The day your heart shatters,


night still falls, swiftly, sternly

as if it does not know how quickly the dark eats away at you.


The day your heart shatters,

the sun rises, beating, burning.


Then,


the moon rises, hastily, hauntingly.


The day your heart shatters

time keeps turning

until you catch up.

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