the day before tragedy,
we take advantage of normalcy.
my head is in the clouds,
as campus buzzes with life.
the early morning after tragedy,
i stare up at my ceiling.
my phone buzzes, again and again
i choose not to look.
the empty morning after tragedy,
white puffs of air escape my lips.
across the street, another soul travels,
the only one in sight.
the lost morning after tragedy,
everything is surreal.
residing in a plane of shock,
i stumble through the day.
the darkened evening after tragedy,
the grief sets in. it’s inescapable,
but i know now i can make it through
the day after tragedy