You’re not being silly enough

The doctor told me,
You’re not being silly enough.
You’re simply taking it all directly to the heart.

When all of this is simple, temporary, but
far too heavy.

Where is papi?
Where is mom?

Blood on the air bag.
Stuffies in the glove box.
Dog in the back seat.

Cups of cafe in the drink holder.
Fruit in the cart, fresh- rotting.
Meat still sizzling on the grill.

Where do they go?

I was taught that Good triumphs over Evil,
but what do we do when they murdered Good?