Standing Still

Adapt!
The whole world screams, adapt!
Change, move, drive, forward, onward,
His head spins
And he just needs a moment
For the nausea to pass,
A spot to look on.

It’d always been Grandma’s house,
The place of the center

And now the house stands
In someone else’s memories now.

He’ll have to learn a new center,
Adapt.
He will, with time.

For now, though, he can grieve,
Just stand still at the grave site and weep.

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