Grief waits for no one

I’m in a smoothie shop 

of all places 

When I get the call 

And it’s like I’m outside 

Wanting to be let back in 

Struggling to understand 

Struggling to breathe 

Grief in itself 

is so strange 

My brain is glitching 

And I can’t hear anything 

I’m lost 

Unsure of why I can’t process 

Why is it so hard to be productive? 

I read and re-read 

not taking anything in 

But that’s the thing 

the world didn’t turn off 

the blenders whir

strangers talk 

And life 

Life goes on