my grandma died today
the trees are still swaying
i still feel the breeze on the back of my neck
my dad still smiles
people still roam the streets
talking, reading, singing, driving
people say when someone close to you dies it feels like the world stops moving
am i a bad person because
the clouds are still unhurried
and i still feel the sun on my skin
my house still stands
my room just how i left it
the water still flows down the river of my hometown
am i a bad person
because i kept walking?