Dedication: Christianime23 the first person to vote on this novel.

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It rained.

It was a soft patter at first,
but as the stabbing continued,
and the seas rumbled,
and the clouds shuddered,
and the sky fell into night during the morning,
Broken pieces of glass
swirling over yonder with the bees,
and the stone
and the pertrichor

You descended upon us like
the world did in her arms
crashing and ripping itself apart
Mangling not only itself
but its inhabitants

"He would not want this," they said,
"He is with the Lord," they said

"He lives in your hearts," they said...

He lives in our hearts, yet he cannot live with us,
here,
now,
forever...

Never.

And what scared her most,
was that the world he was so cruelly ripped
apart from




did not care.


It did not see,
feel
touch
reminisce
hear
taste
acknowledge
him

Because this was an endless ignorant cycle


So, she shared her condolences with the rain
and the seas
and the clouds
and the sky
and the night
and the morning
and the glass
and the stone
and the bees
and the petrichor

Because they were the only ones that seemed to
care


They were the only ones that seemed to care
that

a lone drop
was stolen
from the clusters
falling.