That Day

We wept and wailed that day. Time stopped. They buried me, except they didn’t. They left me standing. Here but not here. Upright but fetal. Breathing but holding my breath. Watching but not seeing. Speaking but not talking. Alive but dead. On That day.

Now I’m like a tree, rooted to the spot. I never leave it. The world swirls and undulates around me. I do not change. The lone oak, left standing. Observing but never changing. Here but not here. Alive but dead. Still on that day.

I died that day but they didn’t say goodbye. They left me standing. Where I will stay until the day I crash with a mighty sigh of relief. That day is finally over.