there is one moment,
a freeze of time between
tragedy and reaction,
a moment of utter silence
absolute longing
a time to deny
before the words settle in
and hope is gone
and your world crumbles
and that moment of silence
where you could fight to disbelieve
shatters in half an instant
leaving you broken on the floor
alone in your mind
because no one else is there
no one to help you,
and none can understand
the aching numbness in your throat
or the way your heart burns
when you breathe
so much you'd want to stop
you either die or weep forever,
and all that's left of nothing
in the end
is a broken, shattered doll
curled on the floor,
hands grasping for something
that will never return