The banshee wail
of sirens fills the air.
Snapping me back.
I stare into your face.
Compressions, making
no impression,
I collapse inside.
A part of me dies,
as I see the sunlight fade
in that mid-morning haze.
My heart,
ripped open,
spouts out over
the roadside,
and I know it's over,
nothing will ever be the same.
I thought we had forever.
It only ever happens to others.
I've seen death,
held his bony hand tightly in mine,
when my own life sat in his,
but I never knew
his calloused fingers
would brush someone
so close to me. I wasn't ready,
but there is never a right time.
Now, whenever I look over
at that space,
I don't see the look on your face,
I don't feel the cold embrace,
or the bony fingers
gripping me, pulling me away.
I see memories, of what was
and will always be.
The true stories
of you and me. Family.
Love and honesty.
I see you looking over at me,
and I wave, hoping that you
are proud of who I've come to be.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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