Now that he is buried, I don’t know where to start,
I don’t know how to continue,
like I’ve forgotten where I left off,
like I’m standing within reach of the merry-go-round
yet can’t find the timing to climb back on.
My thinking is cloudy.
My “to do” list is long and incomplete,
and I can’t sort urgent from “can be put off for a long time.”
Feeling adrift in my own life –
the part that was anchored in him now gone.
The part that was anchored in him now gone.