Brian Otucho

My Silence Still Screams: Flight 431

They boarded with a wave, a smile, a kiss,

Not knowing fate would steal all this.

The engines roared, then came the night—

And I was left without their light.

 

They told me “stall”, a warning lie,

But not why they were made to die.

The sea just swallowed all they were—

A name, a face, a faded blur.

 

I wait for calls that never ring,

For birthdays now that never bring

The voice I knew, the laugh, the grace—

Just ocean winds in empty space.

 

And still I dream they’ll walk back in,

That this is loss I’ll wake within.

But Flight Four-Three-One stole the skies—

And left me drowning in goodbyes.