Plummet Yesterday the tears wouldn’t quit their falling, today there’s just this flatness, gray and stalling. I want to snap my fingers, rewind the tape, find the version of me before this shape, before the waiting for the day to end, before I learned that numb could be a friend. But there’s no rewind button, no do over, just this ground beneath us, spinning over and over. Save your tears for a slower song, ‘cause the world don’t stop for how long you’ve been gone. So I get up. So do you. So does everyone still falling through the dark toward another sun. This planet’s cruel and precious in the same breath, it doesn’t pause for grief, it doesn’t pause for rest. We’re not healed, we’re just moving, and that has to be enough: one foot forward through the wreckage, one more day of this rough love.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​