Shattered glass litters the ground,
Crumpled metal all around.
A ****** that won't stop blaring,
Sirens and shouts make a cacophony of sound.
I walk the grass strip between two roads,
Sorrounded by death and destruction.
I know it's loud but my mind can't process,
I'm stuck in a movie that has been put on mute.
The paramedics pull your body from your totaled car,
I cannot pull my eyes from the wounds that will never heal or scar.
The world moves in doubled speed but I can't keep up,
Like using a bycicle to follow a speeding truck.
I squeeze my eyes shut to keep the officials at bay,
Maybe if I can't see them, they'll go away.
I can't stand to be told what I already intuited,
I'm not ready to face a world without you in it.
If wishes were leaves then mine would have come true,
I'd still live in a world where there's a living you.
But wishes aren't leaves or raindrops or coins,
And miracles are stories made up by grieving little girls.
R. E. M Heslop 💔
