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My heart was broken,
like everyone else’s
so I wasn’t special,
and this wasn’t about me,

but it is about fear,
and about things C.S. Lewis had warned us of,

and it is about grief,
and pain,
and inexplicable silence,

it is about being sedentary in our sadness,

and it is okay not to move,

or at least it seems that way now,
but someday it won’t,
and someday,
we’ll talk about angel wings,
and fog,
and God,

and we’ll talk in hypotheticals,
to numb the pain,
and the truth that in the end,

more could have been done,

more could have,
should have,
been done—