I have started to write such as this uncountable times over the past 10 years. The reasons I believe I will be able to finish over the next days, weeks, are my own. After "all this time" the pain of the events covered in a few minutes of furious scribbling is as much as I can endure, for now. Comments will be disabled, feedback unwelcome.
With that said: Part One.
I recall each and every word.
The passionate rise in your voice.
an overall tone of anger, indignation.
this particular tone indicated one thing.
there would be no compromise.
I knew that, yet still stubbornly held my ground.
Feeling justified in my stance.
Fire flashed in your eyes, your lips quivered
"This is far from over"
The door slammed shut, and I shook my head.
I was late as well.
Going to have to do ninety to open on time.
The keys were turning in the shop door...
An indescribable feeling washed over me...
The horror it brought eclipses any anger,
as I race in to dial your number.
Horror turns to panic when I'm told you haven't arrived.
The main line starts to ring as I hang up.
"Good Morning, This is Kris, How may I assist you?"
The officer's voice continues, but I only heard one phrase.
"There has been an accident..."
The tone said the rest...
My knees buckled,
The phone slipped from my grasp...
I couldn't tell you how long I was on the floor.
crumpled, just as I fell. Coworkers tried to ask what was wrong...
I couldn't get past "She's.." in my almost incoherent responses
The officer's uniform filled my line of tear staind vision.
I have no idea what he said prior to helping me to my feet,
and pretty much carring me to his car.
The buildings and whatever else I should have seen
Just a blur, I had bairly been in the car before I was out again.
The questions, the facts, none of it made any sense.
It couldn't be real. I must be dreaming. I...
was in the morgue,
looking through someone else's eyes.
the screaming, wailing, that wasn't my voice...
(enough for now again.)
