The music continues
Like it’s all not happening
It’s surreal
Noticing time doesn’t stop
When tragedy strikes the clock
It keeps ticking
Time not registering
Your departure
And the music continues
I sit back in my chair
Drinking up the empty air
Dust in my lungs
Grief stricken
and it’s so surreal
How time doesn’t care
How it doesn’t just stop there
Spits you out and strips you bare
And the music continues

© 2016 June