The world turns and turns
even when it feels like it shouldn’t
Even when it feels as though
it deserves to pause
that a moment of silence
should be offered in your name
Doesn’t the world know you’re gone?
That there is a space where you used to stand?
Where your voice used to be heard?
How dare the world
carry on in your absence?
How dare it proceed
as if nothing is amiss
as if no space has been made empty
as if no tears had been shed
as if no hearts had been shattered.
How dare the world move on
and urge us to do the same
To let time do its job
of easing the pain.
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