(13th poem)
That Night’s Dream
“Quiet morning”
those morning hours, from the onset of dawn
there were lights, the sirens no longer on
same questions, each officer, in different ways
this was not how anyone should start their days
the neighbors eagerly they stood and watched the scene
whispering about the things already heard and seen
the ambulance, police, and a man in despair
repeating the heart felt words “this just isn’t fair”
the morning dragged on with resistance to time
onlookers convinced there was a major crime
the stretcher empty as it was brought to your side
to the only woman in which I was able to confide
realizing that you were no longer there to hold
an eerie feeling quietly fell over our humble abode
as you were wheeled away out of my sight
I had to except that you died that last night
I sat and stared at the bedroom door for hours on end
wondering why I no longer have my best friend
by my side my love you took your last breath
and I awoke to the view of your quiet death