Oh I felt this poem.
This hits close to home, the thing that’s hard to admit: the “as if nothing’s wrong,” the “after that nothing changed,” the way we carry on.
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I am playing badminton in the park when the police cars drive by, five and then five, sirens loud and bright lights blaring; they roar past, disappear, and one ambulance comes behind, crawling by c…
