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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The morning was ordinary— milk boiling in pans, children tying shoelaces with dreams still half-awake. The city yawned, unaware that the sky was planning a funeral. The flight lifted like a promise, a silver bird with hearts strapped in— some texting "boarding now," some holding prayer beads. No one knew the sky would open its jaws like a god gone mad. I read their names in the news— a couple returning from a wedding, a mother flying for her daughter’s surgery, a boy who loved planes but never dreamed of dying inside one. They say the engines failed. They say weather turned rogue. They say black boxes will tell the truth. But what do boxes know of the girl who waited at Arrivals holding marigolds and a placard that said “Papa”? I heard that the wreckage scattered near a school, and a child drew a plane with broken wings on her notebook that night. I do not know these people, but my womb ached as if I had lost my own. Isn’t that what grief is? A stranger’s death pulling apart your ribs like it belonged to you? They will build reports, announce compensation, blame wind or metal or man. But who will console the chai vendor at the terminal who still waits for familiar footsteps? Somewhere, a ringtone still rings inside a crushed suitcase, and no one picks up.
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