Grief

This isn't happening Why would it happen Today of all days I want to pound the dash Pound the table Break something It couldn't have happened How can I do better I feel like I can't and I won't I would do anything so I don't have to So I don't have to worry about doing better Because to do better would be a disservice A disservice to memory I can't do better I need to cry But to cry is to fail and shout "I CANNOT MOVE ON AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW" it would admit That it happened And it hurt But it did happen And it does hurt It will always hurt But I can live I can move on