(a poem going through my schedule)

When I saw you walking, I stopped, empty. Empty of words, of feelings, my matter was not conserved. I did not find the x's or the intercept where our lines crossed, I did not set you equal to zero, though I should've. I did not observe for pathetic fallacy to see if the world was mirroring my hurt, my anger. How could the weather mirror such confusion? It would be on the news for days. No, I just stood petrified like the horror shocked faces of the people in Pompeii. Realizing all they had thought mattered would be gone in seconds. Nada, ni segundos.