The day dawned anew
And the birds started singing.
They must not yet
Have heard of your passing.
The sound of children's laughter
Rang through the air,
Chilling me to my bones.
The mundanity of other's lives
Washed over me,
Turning my blood to ice.
I couldn't understand
How their lives ticked on
As normal
After you had gone.
The sun, bright in the sky,
Made a mockery of my grief.
Life goes on?
Lucky for them.
Not for me.

Not for me