After the shock:
dizzying days followed by
suspension of disbelief.

Disillusioned, I dismissed myself
and denied the soul you distanced
from its source.

Disorientation
had me stumbling through
a series of scenes where
I did not belong, losing my way
and believing I had lost my heart.

How I longed to sleep it off,
yet I would awaken day by day
abuzz with vague awareness
that something was not
quite right.

Amid the rubble,
I stand confused by
all that crumbles still
within my shaken soul.