It was a Thursday morning, when the world stopped turning.
Everything I knew, gone in an instant.
The silence, pounding in my ears
I fell, headfirst into a deep hole
Fragments of what had been my existence whirled past me
I had to grab something. To hold on. To ground myself amidst the chaos.
It was a Thursday morning, when the world stopped turning
An ordinary day in the office, busy yet tedious.
The phone rang. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
But on the other end was not a colleague. Not a client demanding an answer for a late payment.
There could only be one reason for this call.
The words were said and the world stopped.
It was a Thursday morning when I heard those words.
After a beat, I opened my eyes, released the breath I had been holding.
The world started to slowly turn once more
But it was now a different world.
A world without him.
It was a Thursday morning
All around me, people chatting, gossiping, complaining
They hadn’t felt the seismic change.
Didn’t know that a life had been lost from the world.
My world. The centre of my world.
The world I knew fell away on a Thursday morning.