How can it be?

How can it be?

That the roads are still full of cars, people going here and there.

How can it be?

That school children are still lined up in the playground, ready to learn, and laugh.

How can it be?

That breakfasts and dinners are still made and enjoyed each day, small talk made about how yummy they are.

How can it be?

That I am still able to stand, my lungs still able to fill with air, my heart beating.

How can it be?

That I can still walk the pavement without the floor shattering below me, surely I should be walking through rubble

How can it be?

That you are still gone, no longer in this world

How can it be?

How can it be?

My darling how can this be?