Not Quite Everything

Sweet innocence is usually
Allowed to fade with time 
Not
Decimated in a single afternoon.

You see pictures of police
Hugging and firemen crying and you know
Our world is just a little different today.
Our words peppered with expletives. 

Kids—fucking six year olds, man.  Fucking Dead.

Eulogies aren’t supposed to be about the future.

Little minds impressed with violence finding ways to
Express bloody and cold
Memories—a new kind of childhood
Emerges and a
New kind of livelihood takes hold. 

Tomorrow isn’t part of the plan.  It just
Arrives like it always has.  And    
Real or not,
Your dreams have changed,
Some have died,
Hollowed out by bullets and yet
Others live
On.

There is still beauty
In your possible future.

Not quite everything is
Gone.