Still Jump When Phones Ring

Lost in Loss The phone rang, Then the shaking voice, They say what has occurred, Then everything's hazy and blurred Then there's strangers Talking to me, I can't hear Things are spinning in slow motion I'm not sure I'm really here I have to keep pacing To stop would mean facing Faces concerned, voices muffled I must keep pacing This isn't real The crises team watches They whisper Come to me slowly, as if approaching a bomb They speak, I don't hear there words I speak, but it's not me My words are loud In the car now Little pills Hospital bed Phone call My husband is dead