13th poem for: “T.N.D” - Quiet morning

(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