I watched.
As the color faded from your eyes.
As the blood left your cheeks.
I watched.
I watched.
Like a man selling flowers at a corner
Waiting for the streetlight to turn red,
I watched.
I cried.
As I sat there waiting for paramedics.
As I felt the warmth leave your body.
I cried.
I cried.
Like parents in a hospital waiting room
As the doctor delivers bad news.
I cried.
I waited.
As the sounds of sirens cut through the air.
As they covered your face in that white blanket.
I waited.
I waited.
Like an ice cream vendor
Who waits for the last school bell to ring.
I waited.
And I hate that all I did was watch, cry, and wait.
As I watch you dance and run around in my head.
As I cry myself to sleep on this now empty bed.
As I wait to feel your warmth, but feel the cold instead.
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 10:26 PM UTC
I watched.
As the color faded from your eyes.
As the blood left your cheeks.
I watched.
I watched.
Like a man selling flowers at a corner
Waiting for the streetlight to turn red,
I watched.
I cried.
As I sat there waiting for paramedics.
As I felt the warmth leave your body.
I cried.
I cried.
Like parents in a hospital waiting room
As the doctor delivers bad news.
I cried.
I waited.
As the sounds of sirens cut through the air.
As they covered your face in that white blanket.
I waited.
I waited.
Like an ice cream vendor
Who waits for the last school bell to ring.
I waited.
And I hate that all I did was watch, cry, and wait.
As I watch you dance and run around in my head.
As I cry myself to sleep on this now empty bed.
As I wait to feel your warmth, but feel the cold instead.
I wrote this on 11/5/11. I was just watching a show about recent natural disasters like Hurricane Katrina, Earthquake in Japan, and the tsunami in Indonesia. I just thought of all the people who had lost their loved ones and trying to imagine how they feel.
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