Six Months

Six months came and went
Now I am sitting here at eight
feeling sad
guilty
weighted
The world kept spinning and I spun with it
A whirlwind of distractions
I tried to pick a focal point
to keep from getting sick
But the blurs kept spinning
as I begged silently to just get off the ride.

Six months came and went
Now I am sitting at eight
feeling tired
emotional
overwhelmed
If I was not here
If I took a cue from the old westerns you loved
and rode off into the sunset
with the credits rolling behind me
How long until they just moved along?

Six months came and went
Now I am sitting at eight
wondering how
How the time has gone so fast
How the vending machines can still work
How much longer I will have to mindlessly trudge until the hurt stops