The world stood still.
It was quiet.
We could feel the shock.
It was one thing at three am.
But the world held on.
The tears would not come any longer.
The train station was quiet.
The train car was quiet.
No cars honked on the way into work.
And Boston wasn’t alone.
Arriving at work was it’s own thing.
No “good mornings” were uttered.
We just looked at each other,
Dumbfounded.
Move on with our day, but look
In disbelief
As the world feels like it crashes around us.
As the day progressed,
We each began to speak.
Our words.
Some were in anger.
Some were in frustration.
Some were in fear.
But the words started.
And stopped.
So tonight we light candles.
We hope we can be strong enough
For tomorrow.
Because that’s what’s important.
We carry on.
We keep on fighting.
For truth, for equity, for each other.
For truth.
For equity.
For each other.