You’re not going through it;
You’re tiptoeing around,
Careful not to step on
Your own thoughts, your own feelings.
You don’t really want to talk about it;
You don’t really want to write about it.
You only want to think about, write about
Nothing at all.
The nothingness that stares you in the face,
The nothingness that will never be nothing again,
The life that will never be the same.