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betterdays Apr 2017
it is true
that until
some one
has gone from you
you do not know how will
miss them...

i miss sitting quietly
with you after a day's work
tea cups in hand, savouring
the fragrance of smoky tea
and the silence that comes
from a deep sense of compainionship

I miss, coming upon you sitting on a bench
face turned toward the sun, hands spread wide
i  an act of joyful worship, a smile lighting up
your face,

I miss the itense look of concentration, as you
described a new thought or concept to others
and the loosed limbed wonder of you as you
came alive upon the stage....

the generosity of heart and spirit,
your allocentricity...

all these things i miss and more
and most days I find some new
thing that I miss...

but...
my missing you
is a living elegy

I miss most
the sound of your voice in my ear
...but I hear the echoes
that tell me....
you are stronger than this
....just breathe on through
and wait
for the sun to shine for it will, it will
Todays prompt: write an elegy, incorporating a phrase or mannerism of the subject
Chelsea Gravelle Sep 2019
The Drunk Driver

The moon shone so bright that night,
Casting the world in a pale blue light,
I was walking home pondering my life,
Dreaming about one day making a good wife,

The world is full of new possibilities for me,
So many things to do and places to see,
14 years old top student always did my chores,
I want to see the world walk along many beautiful shores,

Walking home through our quiet small town,
My life just beginning nothing can get me down,
There is so much potential so much life for me yet,
My life is so full at the beginning of the path I would set,

Walking home along the dark and short highway,
It was getting late at my friends i didnt want to stay,
Only the moon in the sky shinning light,
On what happened to me that fateful night,

Walking along i see the car coming fast,
It was over in a second no fear to last,
How could this happen why couldnt he see,
I had a refletor on my back pack. Why did he hit me?,

I am dead as dead as one person possibley could be,
It will be a bit before anyone finds the dead me,
He didn’t stop the car. Why didn’t he care,
How can this one person be so selfish so unfair,

My spirit soars high into the dark windless night,
Full of grief for a full life lost lost under the pale moon light,
Angry confused i need to know why as my spirit follows the car,
I watch as pull is car up in front of Longhorn the only local bar,

He staggers out of the car so drunk completly unaware,
He stupidity took my future and he just really didn’t care,
He looks at the car he knows he hit something I doubt he know its me,
He is so drunk he passed out took the life I was ment to see

He is known in this bar even i regonize him as he orders a whisky shot,
Frank the bartender know he is the town drunk he drinks alot,
He trips on his feet and laughs heartily as he almost falls down,
He is a drunk and i hate him acting like a drunken clown,
He looks at  Frank he says “On my way here I hit a big animal probably a dear,"
As he asks Frank to get him his shot and add on a beer,
Frank says angirly  “You stupid drunk you better not have drove here,”
“So what if i did.” He mumbles confirming Franks growing fear,
I try to shout at him tell him what he already know he has to do,
Its like he looks right at my sprit and in that instant he knew,

“Where did you hit her,” he demands as he smashed his beer,
He says with a chuckle “Hey frank i never said it was femlale dear,
“Just tell me where it was and hope to god my gut feeling isnt right,
If it is ill make sure that I ruin your life you will never forget this night,”
He can barley hold his head up  he mumbles to where he hit me,
Frank prays he is wrong but his instinct tells him what he is going to see,

He goes outside looks at the damage that my body did to the car,
He tells his wife his has to go out that she is in charge of the bar,
I follow him back to my broken body he knew all along it was me,
He knew i should have had a future his sadness for the loss plain to see,

Small town living he know how to reach my famly and my best friiend,
He calls  911 even though he knows i have already met a tragic end,
I watch as those closet to me feel an itense grief full of heavy emitional pain,
The tears leaving streaks on thier faces as they fall steady like rain,

The town drunk tried to run he snuck out into the pale moon light,
He went unpunished never seen in town again after that tragic night,
My family will never be the same missing me every single day,
Always wondering what could have been if my life wasn't cut short this way,
At only 14 my life ended needlessly snuffed out by a drunk driver,
Like many other victims of alcohol I wasn’t one of the suvivors.

Copyright 2019
Written by Chelsea Gravelle

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