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