At the end of the day, life continues
whether you like it or not.
And I don’t like it, Nan.
I don’t like that the world didn’t pause.
I don’t like that the sun still came up
on a day you were gone.
I don’t like that people expect me to keep going.
To answer messages.
To eat.
To show up.
As if something didn’t leave the room forever.
I don’t like that time keeps moving
when I would give anything
to stay in the moment before I lost you.
They say life goes on.
But they don’t tell you how heavy that is.
How cruel it feels
to keep breathing
when the person you love can’t.
I don’t like that I have to learn
how to live in a world
where I can’t ring you.
Can’t hear your voice.
Can’t sit beside you like before.
I’m still here, Nan.
But I’m not okay with it yet.
I’m still angry that life chose to continue
without asking me first.
And if life has to go on,
it’s doing it with me dragging your absence
through every single day.