nothing can prepare you for that fleeting moment when
the world stops spinning
your lungs stop breathing
your heart stops pumping
and the whole world's waiting for an answer
when did all of this become my responsibility
when did I grow up
when did I fall down
when did I give up
nothing can make this pain go away
no one has an answer to my questions anymore
did I do the right thing
was there another way
what happens next
I live for the moments
the pieces of conversation
the little remarks
the brush of a hand
the smile in your eyes
the second I forget its over
I live for the moments
and refuse to make plans
and refuse to lose focus
on the small and "insignificant"
because these are the things
I find my comfort in
now that I'm alone
