Frozen in thought

Sometimes my grief hits at random.

Someone handed me a packing slip today, multiple pages.

I look at it without seeing.

In the bare, real, unmasked world, I am frozen in time.

I can only see her dead body.

Past the paperwork in my hands.

I see her. Frozen in a time I can't redo.

Even now I stare at my hands on the keyboard. Paused.

I am frozen.