Live to the Max

I don’t think I’ll get over how the world kept going after you were gone.

Everything in my life came to a screeching halt. But the world just kept going.

I watched people speeding past me in their cars, singing along to their favorite songs in their own personal mini concerts. As if there was still something to sing about.

I’d go in public and watch parents snap at their children while rolling their eyes in exhaustion. As if they were certain they’d have unlimited moments with their child.

On social media I’d see people vigorously arguing about issues that seemed so small and insignificant. As if a stranger’s opinion on a public figure or political view is the most distressing thing they’d face in their day.

I’d see people in the cafe licking their lips and wiping the corners of their mouth after enjoying their entire meal. As if there was still any flavor left in the world.

I’d hear people complaining at work, irritated about some minor issue that seems so silly and juvenile. As if these inconveniences were significant enough to alter their entire life.

I’d hear people laughing hysterically, raising their voices as the jokes continued to get passed between the group. As if the capacity for joy hadn’t been pulled from the earth in an instant.

I don’t think I’ll ever get over how the world kept going after you were gone.

I’ve had to learn to keep going in a world that kept going.